Cajuina
Caiana
Cajuina
To exist
What is it meant for?
When you gave me the little rose
I saw you’re a handsome man, and if by chance the fate
Of the unhappy boy doesn’t shine on us
The Northeastern tear doesn’t get clouded either
Only the matter of life was so delicate
And we were looking at each other, untouched retinas
The crystal-clear Cajuína in Teresina