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"I've been staying up all night.

I have no stories about wonderful meeting, fingers twisting my hair, hands around hips. I don't know your smell or warmth or what clothes you're wearing.
I haven't ever met you, but I think I love you.
Maybe it was good you went on vacation, because that gave me time to think about you and me. And suddenly I just realized how much I really like you.
I couldn't sleep tonight, so I started the computer. I walked with my bare feet over the cold cold floor, wearing only underwear and huge knitted cardigan.
And I wanted to write you.
Tell you how I started crying when you said you think you liked me, how I think about you every day and every hour, how happy you make me even if you don't understand, because you're simply so nice to me. My first love was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to me.
You made me recover. When I started talking to you I forgot everything.
Do you realize how big it is?
Do you even understand how affected you can be by someone you haven't met?
And I was sitting in my loneliness, with you too many miles away, crying, scared by the thought that you share the city dreams and kisses with someone else.
I wanted to write a whole novel about it.
Everything I said was that I liked you.
I like you.

No. I don't like you.

You're the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.
But you don't know.
You haven't even gotten my message yet.
I hope you'll go online later. So you'll see.
I'm so nervous. I couldn't sleep.
And if you do.

I'll tell you.
I love you."

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"Maresia" - Adriana Calcanhoto

Composição: Paulo Machado / Antonio Cicero

Meu amor me deixou
Levou minha identidade
Não sei mais bem onde estou
Nem onde há realidade...

Ah, se eu fosse marinheiro
Era eu quem tinha partido
Mas meu coração ligeiro
Não se teria partido...

Ou se partisse colava
Com cola de maresia
Eu amava e desamava
Sem peso e com poesia...

Ah, se eu fosse marinheiro
Seria dôce meu lar
Não só o Rio de Janeiro
A imensidão e o mar...

Leste, Oeste, Norte, Sul
Onde o homem se situa
Quando o sol sobre o azul
Ou quando no mar há a lua...

Não buscaria conforto
Nem juntaria dinheiro
Um amor em cada porto
Ah, se eu fosse marinheiro
Não pensaria em dinheiro
Um amor em cada porto
Ah! se eu fosse marinheiro...

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