Love letter (English Edition)

Look, if I cry is out of anger, not shame. I´m not proud to tell you this, but I must confess that a couple of times I was a sinner, I threw myself into other arms. One time, out of naivety and drinks (the damned cachaza.) Some other time, out of anger and a broken heart, it all happened when I started to suspect the wanderings of my late “little bird.”