40 phrases from O Teatro Mágico that turn poetry into good music

Just as long as I breathe, I’ll remember you… just as long as I breathe.

Make me a gesture, make me close. Give me the moon and I’ll make you sleep.

Learn you without holding you with me.

Word, I have to choose the most beautiful to be able to say things from the heart.

Dream is something that stays inside my pillow!

You mess me up and mess everything up in me.

In joy, in sadness, come with me to be my partner (in any case).

Discovering the true meaning of things is wanting to know too much.

Every subject is free to conjugate whatever verb he wants.

I dreamed of being yours, being sky and sun, I dreamed of you.

I believe that wrong is the one who speaks correctly and does not live what he says.

I completely forgot to win, but the wind from the sand brought infinite peace.

I feel like I know I’m a lot bigger!

The eyes lie day and night our pain.

I don’t withdraw from the fight, I throw myself from above and let them shoot me in the chest. I do not withdraw from the fight!

Why are we like this, creating a concept for everything that’s left?

Let’s also be the back cover. Because being the cover and being the back cover is the beauty of contradiction.

Who has managed to dominate the love?

I swear, I suffer with you. It unsettles me, waters my soul, prays for calm in my crossing.

After all, the bad grammar of life puts us between pauses, between commas, and being between commas can be a bet.

In our book, is our story make-believe or is it make-believe?

Little bird flying away, looks like a butterfly that ran away from home.

And the word comes, little one, wanting to hide in silence, wanting to be a prayer.

Everywhere there is a hidden corner wanting to explode, wanting to scream, heart wanting to be heard.

When there’s rust in my tin heart, that’s when faith roars and my heart swells.

It seems that the heart lacks and says: “stop!” silences, wraps up and shuffles.

My whole life is my whole day, my imaginary floods I still do in the shower!

Every breath that extinguishes a flame, rekindles what is to stay.

On the one hand, poetry, the verb, nostalgia. On the other hand, the struggle, strength and courage to reach the end.

Inside me, a prayer, a certainty, a song-current.

If the text is short, I increase it to convince you.

Dream seems true, when we forget to wake up. The day seems half way when we wake up and forget to get up.

Every morning is nostalgia for the bullshit we did yesterday.

And the end is beautiful, uncertain, depends on how you see it.

I don’t really know who I am. I’ve tried to calculate my value, but I always find a smile and my paradise is where I am.

Opposites distract, willing attract.

I repainted my watercolor, the most beautiful painting: you translated into color.

If it is in subtlety that exuberance resides, I seek resonance in the ideals of love.

And when the knot is blind, let it untie in us. Release the trapped prose, the light on, there a sun sleeps in me smaller.

I believed that a closed door is an open window to the breeze and pain of the person of faith.