Rosa Dos Ventos

And from love the scandal was shouted
From fear, the tragic was created
Pale was painted on his face
And not a single tear fell
Not a pity to help

And we got into the habit
To walk through the darkness
To murmur between the folds
To get milk from stones
To watch time go by

But beneath the sleep of centuries
The show dawned
Like a shower of petals
As if the sky seeing the feathers
Die of pity
And it rained forgiveness

And the prudence of the wise
Didn't even dare contain it on his lips
The smile and the passion

For overflowing with flowers
The calm of the lakes became angry
The compass rose was damaged
The river beds are full
And flooded with fresh water
The bitterness of the sea
In an Amazon flood
In an Atlantic explosion
And the crowd watching in panic
And the crowd watched in astonishment
Even though it's late
Your awakening