Futuros Amantes

Do not rush, no
That nothing is for now
Love has no hurry
It can wait in silence
In the back of a closet
In the post office box
Millennia, millennia in the air

And who knows, then
Rio will be
Some submerged city
The divers will come
To explore your house
Your room, your things
Your soul, recesses

Wise men in vain
Will try to decipher
The echo of ancient words
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, portraits
Traces of a strange civilization

Do not rush, no
That nothing is for now
Loves will always be kind
Future lovers, perhaps
Will love each other without knowing
With the love that one day
I left for you

Do not rush, no
That nothing is for now
Loves will always be kind
Future lovers, perhaps
Will love each other without knowing
With the love that one day
I left for you