Sonho de Caboclo

I wrote a poem with such beautiful words
I took care of the writing, also made a song
I went to the garden and picked the most beautiful flowers
Yellow daisies and the white rose in bud
With great pleasure, I arranged our little house
From the living room to the kitchen and weeded the whole yard
I mowed the grass and fixed the gate
Decorated the whole house as if it were Christmas

On the porch, I tied the hammock again
Hung the painting of the Last Supper on the wall
On the dirt floor of the living room
I gave it a good sweep and not a grain of sand was left
On our bed, I put the piqué quilt
With crochet edges, all handmade by you
I changed the pillowcases, with care and great care
The feathers of the pillow and new straw in the mattress

The day you were supposed to come back arrived
I even cried with so much happiness
I woke up early and got ready very carefully
Parted my hair well, like city folks
New boots that pinched me a little
Worn-out denim pants and a well-trimmed mustache
With a white handkerchief, black striped shirt
I looked like a well-known artist

And just as the bus passed by
I started shaking when the gate slammed
I ran towards the road
To see your arrival, but you didn't show up
The bus faded away on the road
Taking my illusion and leaving sadness behind
It was just a dream, I sat on the bed crying
Today marks a year since you left me