Me Ensina a Escrever

My love
Teach me how to write
The blank page scares me
I want to invent dictionaries
Words that can weave
The net on which you rest
And the dreams you have

My love
Teach me how to compose
A song talking about how much it costs
To lock the words in here
Silent and wanting to say
I don't know if the poem is beautiful
But I know I need to write

My love
Teach me how to write
The blank page scares me
I want to invent dictionaries
Words that can weave
The net on which you rest
And the dreams you have