Saint Paul Hymn (Brazil) (01)

  

In her geography 

She makes her poetry 

 

She walked through the sidewalk 

And in the walk she was enchanted 

And in the glance it bewitched 

In her camera she photographed 

 

Possessed of life she walked 

She frees nobody tied her 

She felt that the destiny she loved 

And she knew that a hymn praised 

 

In the flora of the Atlantic she kept 

The geography that a lot studied 

A lot, a lot for beyond looked 

And secret in the shells shot 

 

In the sun of the sand it jumped 

It is seduced solemnly was 

The water came and it went left him 

A conspiracy prepared 

 

Always alert if it didn't tire 

For besides the infinite it traveled 

In the human jungle sat down 

The drama of the paradise captured 

 

A strong wave played 

In her body it hopped 

The mute foam if it approximated 

The sun of the end of the day waited for her 

She calmed her 

 

The ash gray water of the yellow sun 

Saddened, no, it praised the beautiful 

The vegetation of the margin hid 

For the marvel of a new day 

 

As a camera the sun photographed 

The waves that were mirrored 

In the sky they gathered 

The divine nature painted 

 

How to create a dream and in him to live 

In a palm tree a wave to beat 

And in her house of the sea to go to bed 

And to leave the sand to be slippery 

 

In the dawn of a new day 

Forgetting the previous nostalgia 

A deep hope she invaded 

Oh! As it is difficult to feel happiness 

 

In her geography 

She makes her poetry 

 

  

It has been seven years that the death took you

  

And wonderful memories left 

Mother's love forever it was 

The affection of your love to delight 

 

For there of the sea see mountains loaded of dense thick fog topped by dark and threatening clouds that you don't let to hug me you. 

I am in the margin sat down at the summit of a high rock contemplating you under agitating shipwrecked of two palm trees. 

I extend my hands to caress you but the dense thick fog doesn't dare to leave me. 

For there of those mountains where you are, the death is the memory of the eternal solitude. You, my mother, you rest in my eternal heart. 

 

My mother that the time took 

Your love never again hugged me 

Here is my love that I give you 

In this misfortune that dragged me 

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It has been ten years that you waived me good-bye

  

And you chose the eternal home for in her to live, and of there you never leave. As if it was the end of the world where is arrived and he never again breaks.  

There are a departure and a farewell. 

In that eternal rest your memory rests. 

I desire a lot for the pieces of advice that you gave me because the human wild animal pursue me and the justice is invisible to defend, and I don't know as it protects me.  

The life is as an enclosed island of dangerous sharks everywhere. 

For many years when you were alive didn't get to hug you because the family that I constituted and the effective political system consumed me, they destroyed me the resources and the soul. In the poverty that they left me, they forced, still mourning for of her to free me. But who lives with the illiteracy the slavocrats appear of everyone and the tremendous fight to leave the cliff of the poverty becomes difficult, because the poverty is the empire of the building of the corruption. It was never spoiled with such easiness and impunity. 

 

Father, where you are receives my hug 

Oh! As they are abundant the longings of your lap 

Desire to flee, to fly of this space 

And to return for the shelter of the family, for her bow

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