Sunday

.:just you:.

i don't know what it was
i cant remember well how it all started
the golden cinnamon skin
in the white sanded sheets
the skol flavored lips
the 3, 2, 1 and our hands grip
i don't know
maybe it was just you

i don't know how it happened
how things fall into place
maybe it was that day in itaparica
or at that fair when i was 8 and you were 6
and you had cotton candy all over your mouth
or just the sunset on the roof
i dont know..
but i fell for you

was it your eyes, those beautiful stars that your dad caught?
was it your mouth?
was it that stupor in the air that made me loose my soul

it could have been just you

was it luck? magic?
was it the inexplicable result of true believe
i brought the sun just for you
i found the grain of sand i was looking for in praia da barra
remember?


it could have been just you

or that pelourinho dream
where everything was right
where everything was in harmony
the buzz of that multiple mix barrel drink
capoeira, saudades, skol, pandeiro,
you and me
just you and me

i can't tell what it was
i don't know how it happened

i just felt it inside of me
i feel you
very close
very deep
just you