Sonho de Caboclo

I wrote a poem with such beautiful words
I took care in the writing, also made a song
I went to the garden, picked the most beautiful flowers
Yellow daisies and white roses 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 pasture and fixed the gate
I decorated the whole house as if it were Christmas

On the porch, I tied the hammock again
I hung the Last Supper painting on the wall
On the dirt floor of the living room
I gave it a good sweep and not a grain of sand remained
I put the piqué bedspread on our bed
With crocheted edges, all handmade by you
I changed the pillowcases with care and great dedication
The feathers in 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 got up early, got dressed with great care
Parted my hair neatly like city folks
New boots that pinched me a little
Denim pants, well-trimmed mustache
With a white handkerchief, black striped shirt
I looked like an artist, one of those well-known

And just as the bus passed by
I started to tremble when the gate closed
I ran towards the road
To see your arrival, but you didn't appear
The bus disappeared down the road
Taking my illusion, only sadness remained
It was just a dream, I sat on the bed crying
Today marks a year since you left me