Genipapo Absoluto

How will it be then if bonfires burned
With eyes of sand who saw
Beaches, February passions
They don't say what junes of smoke and cold
Where and when is absolute genipapo
My father, your tannin, your honey
Press, hope, suffering pleasure
Promise, poetry, Mabel

To sing is more than to remember
It's more than having had that then
More than living than dreaming
It's to have the heart of that

Everything are excerpts that I hear - they come from her
For my mother is my voice
How will it be that this was this sound
That today yes, generates suns, hurts in C
'The one who considers'
The longing for a mere backlight that comes
From what it left behind
No, this one only undoes the sign
And the 'rose as well'