Horizontes

For a long time I've been
In the streets of a not very cheerful port
And yet, it brings me charms
And a sunset translates me into verses

To freely follow many paths
Plowing lands, tasting wines
To have ideas of freedom
And see love in all ages

I was born crying, Moinhos de Vento
Get on the tram, get off running
The good slingshot of guava tree
Play marbles, jump over bonfire

64, 66, 68 - maybe a bad weather
70s - not for you
And in the 80s I won't get lost out there