My woman has a dog deaf that speaks with his eyes
She asked him with my heart / when is the day that unless
who carry it far away where the sky has no roads
where the horizon waiting to tickle the sea
My woman has broad shoulders / back straight and fatigue and boredom
It confuses sleep / with the evils of life
Every so ashamed of that bit ' Invented
stagnating in the dreams and do not want to leave
But take her hands in a relaxed air
Where the sun looks in the face
And people talk plan
But take her hands
Among outlines of things
Where the world knows how to die at the end of each day
My woman has a cat idiot / salt on the shoulder
She looks at him with mouth / to confirm
that will take away where the wind
has no name Where the nature of fate and love laughs
But take her hands
on carpets of gold and silver
Where does the soul
shadow and light gets inside you
But take her hands
Among the outlines of things
Where the world knows reborn
beginning of each day
Nakupenda wewe
(Freddie, 2005)
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