Água e Vinho
Egberto Gismonti
Water and Wine
Every day he walked dryly on the doorstep of the
yard
At the dead hour, dead stone, agony and the oranges of the
yard
Life went between the wall and the walls of silence
And the dogs that watched over his sleep did not sleep
They saw shadows in the air, saw shadows in the garden
The dead moon, dead night, gust of wind and a rosary on
the ground
And a yellow and temporary fire consumed the heart
And he began to search for the bonfires slowly
And his heart no longer feared the flames of hell
And of endless darkness. Love would come.
