Publicado Por Bruno Marzzo em maio 27, 2015 in Destaques, Poesia, TransAmazônica |
Just a few ways to reach this love 
Just one life to live this love
There is no money on my pocket
Just love on my action – trying to say an English
All those small things
I told you I can sell my left hand
On the market there is a man
He works for those crazy lovers
But it is so crazy as them
For an expensive cost he buys slices of bodies
This is what he calls arts
The arts of crazy love
to me without no money
this the only way to live this time
´because i prefer my heart full
than my empty hands
