Thus, when these things happen, you just have to stop everything you're
Normally,
it works. Not this time.
I don't
know what you are into, so maybe that song I put to distract the mind
is exactly your favourite. I know little things about you... I don't
know which songs you like, so I dedicate you a samba... I know you
like sweets... And seems you like a busy life. I know you don't read
a lot, but have been presented with at least two bad
books. You like pillows...
Two songs.
I don't know if you would like them, and I still can't concentrate.
May I ask
your favourite colour? Your favourite song? City? Shall I ask about
your dreams, your goals? Am I your favourite?..
May I ask
you a kiss?
Three
songs... It's time to save this letter, go back to the work document,
give the heart a break. How do you do that? Could you not to
teach me? Because my Brazilian heart just feels 24 hours a day. Do
you know what I'm talking about? Probably not... Definitely not...
You're so focused, cold, pragmatic. Or maybe not, I just don't know
you very well yet. You don't let me read you easily.
Fourth
song, I must go. I have to concentrate now. But I keep wondering if
you also think about me...
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