Arvoredo

Maybe it's still early
For the shade of this grove
To cover my house, my land
My people from a single seed
So much love sprout

Life is made of waiting
Who doesn't want spring
For walking winters
Shedding autumns
I planted in the time of so many summers

My heart so lonely
Clumsy, without asking for a salary
Resisted the wind of a storm
Didn't become half to be whole

Plowing the land of my feelings
The rain knows how to have its moments
Not to let us forget
That life is worth, worth, worth, worth it
Worth living
The sky shelters the right time for the grove to bloom

With my hands I will cultivate myself
Field flowers, sunflowers, jasmine
I will know and consider
I will make of myself my best place