60 phrases by Caetano Veloso to praise this great musician

Why do you let me so free? Why do not you stick with me?

Sometimes, in the silence of the night, I imagine the two of us. I stay there daydreaming, joining the before, now and after.

I am not and do not want to be its owner. It’s just that a affection, sometimes, goes well.

When we like it, of course we take care of it.

Either you deceive me or you are not mature. Where are you now?

I love to see you, little lion, walking in the sun. I really like you, little lion.

With some men she was happy, with others she was a woman.

How I want to look into your eyes, win your hugs. It’s true, I don’t lie.

Now, what do I do without you? You didn’t teach me to forget you, you just taught me to love you.

I’m getting lost looking for your hugs in other arms.

You are beautiful, more than anything else. You are beautiful yes!

I like to have, to feel your style, to go inside you. Never hurt me!

Any form of love is worth it. Any form of love is worth loving.

In her left wrist the bang-bang, in her veins very little blood flows, but her heart beats a tambourine samba.

Let me go, don’t fill me up, let me sing!

For when I see you I desire your desire.

You are more beautiful than the flower. I wish the spring of the flower had all that aroma of beauty that is love.

Walking against the wind, without a scarf and without a document, in the almost December sun… I’m going!

In good, in mine, I’m going to live ten. I will live a hundred. I will live a thousand. I will live without you!

Among photos and names, without books and without a rifle, without hunger, without a telephone, in the heart of Brazil.

Language is my homeland. And I don’t have a country, I have a motherland and I want a phratry.

Time does not stop and yet it never grows old.

Every day the sun rises and we sing in the sun every day.

The sun still shines on the road and I never passed.

Life is so beautiful when we love and have a love.

That’s why a force drives me to sing. Hence this strange force. That’s why I sing, I can’t stop. That’s why such a voice.

If I come back, I’ll go back, I’ll ask, I’ll talk, I’ll say that love was made to give.

Everyone knows the pain and delight of being what they are.

She comes, she always has that sea in her eyes. And she’ll see, it has to be, there’s never anyone to love.

Up close, no one is normal.

And for starters, I’m only going to like those who like me.

My heart never tires of hoping that one day it will be everything it wants.

It’s funny how strong things seem when they need to happen.

People are meant to shine, not to starve.

My wandering heart wants to keep the world in me.

My mother gave me to the world in a singular way telling me a sentence: for me to always ask permission, but never let in.

I saw a great love scream inside me as I dreamed one day.

My smoke and my yoga. You are my drug, passion and carnival. My zen, my good, my bad.

A Porto Alegre is much more than insurance. On the route of our travels in the dark.

Hope is a gift I have in me.

Everything was just a joke. And it was growing, growing, absorbing me and, suddenly, I found myself like this, completely yours.

I saw my strength tied to your step. I saw that without you there is no way, I do not find myself.

Longing is good. It’s better than walking empty.

You taught me a million things. I have a dream in my hands.

Let jealousy come. Let the jealousy pass and let’s move on together.

Tomorrow will be a new day and I will certainly be happier.

I just ask you to respect my crazy will.

It doesn’t matter who you lie with, whoever you delight in. I only ask you to accept my strange love.

We were both made for both of us.

We’re not going to dig into our faults, dig the nails of resentment into our chests. Let us fight, but only for the right to our strange love.

When I return to Bahia, I will have a lot to tell. Oh godfather, don’t be angry because I was born in samba and I can’t stop.

Your presence is the most beautiful thing in all of nature.

Oh, nigga, let me like you!

Pure invention, trendy dance, bossa nova is awesome!

Your body matches my way.

It’s stick, it’s stone, it’s the end of the road. It’s a stump rest, it’s a little lonely.

It’s the waters of March closing the summer. It is the promise of life in your heart.

Nobody lived the life I lived. No one has suffered in their lives what I have suffered.

I was once a young man, I already enjoyed youth. If I remember her I miss her.

But beauty, not money! Dark skin, not money! Meat is tough, not money!