Love is when it is granted to participate a little more.
Love is the great disappointment of everything else.
Love is finally poverty.
Love is not even having love.
It is the disappointment of what was thought to be love.
Love is not a prize so it doesn't enrage.
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It reminds me of my pre-adolescence in the 5th grade of elementary school passionate about a girl in my classroom and the moments of fun on Fridays in the ferinha in the community square.
this song has a great meaning for me "my first love π this was our song" don't marry this girl but i have good lenbracas, and..." capriconoans are a little difficult for "relationship π amorous".