Regresso a Cohen.
Regresso às suas palavras cantadas
aos seus dias de amor e ódio.
Simplesmente. Regresso.
Regresso 30 de julho.
"I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and you kissede me
shy as though I'd
never been your lover"
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