As Luvas de Minha Mãe
Ana Sofia Varela
My Mother's Gloves
Where does it come from
This constant embrace
That transparent kiss
You give me just by thinking of it
Where does it come from
The promise of joy
The sweet melancholy
That I inherited from your gaze
Where does it come from
This love that senses me
That hurts when I'm away
From this pain it holds for me
Where does it come from
The knowledge unlearned
From the warm heart
In my mother's gloves
