... under the rain ...

🎶🎶🎶

 

There are vulgar things in life we won't miss

Only the memories that hurt

Or make us smiling

 

There are people who stay in history of our own story

There are others whose names

We even don't remember hearing

 

There are emotions that give life to the longing that I carry

The ones I had with you

And ended up losing

 

There are days that imprint a soul and our life

And that one, when you left me

Can not forget

 

The rain drenched my cold and tired face

The streets that the city had,

I already traveled through them

 

Oh, with the crying of lost girl, i shouted to the city:

- The fire of love under the rain...

An instant ago died!

 

The rain heard and kept my secret from the city

And behold, it tapped on the glass

Bringing the nostalgia

 

my own translation from the Lyrics of the Fado "Chuva" by Marisa

 

thank you so much to my dearest friends Maxie and Skinny that rezzed the Lisbon street and the electric train and allowed me to do my photo ❤ hugsss

Done