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ENGLISH VERSION*** The translation was made by my own, but even in this way, it can loose some poetic sense because was made based in brazillian portuguese language. But still in this way, my foreign friends will be able to understand it. Who are learning portuguese, be careful with the meaning of the expressions, once the translation cannot be literal. Here you are:
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It didn’t happen once or twice.
That was so often. I used to dream that I was driving with that girl by my side.
I was seven years old.
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When I was a kid used to pretend to drive my father’s car.
I was trying to look like who really could drive a car, put my arm out the window, increased the radio volume and used to turn the steering.
With that quantum wind against my face, that girl also was with me.
Every pretty scenes of that evening movies sessions was recreated there.
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-Bye Cristian! – And then she took the school bus. That was a real farewell.
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Multiplying my age by three, I found that age I saw so many changes.
The feared unexpected was surrounding me in a strange way.
That tears cooled my body, that already hot still had to work hard.
Crosswind, alone, my boat and myself.
As might be expected I was weaker than the situation. I dropped the rudder.
Suddenly the sky got clear, the see turned into a water mirror and the wind breathed like a calm breeze.
The dark night was broken my a rainbow that crossed east to the west, so bigger than my eyes could see.
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- Mom, I’m home! I’m already here – silence – Yeah yeah! Ok mom! Love you
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I was there, after two times my age, seeing my innocence again.
Driving truly with that same, now, woman.
