Pão e Poesia

Happiness is a small town
It's a little house, it's a hill
Any place that lights up
When we want to love

If life were to work in this workshop
To make a boy or a girl, a building and a rattle
Virtue and vice, freedom and cliff
To make bread, to hold a rally, to score a goal and to date

If life were my desire
To kiss your smile, without tiredness
And the gate to paradise is your embrace
When the factory whistles

Happiness is a small town
It's a little house, it's a hill
Any place that lights up
When we want to love

In the beautiful space between bread and poetry
Between what I want and what I didn't want
Between the earth and the moonlight
It's not in war, nor in longing, nor in the future
It's love on the edge of the wall without anyone policing

It's the ability to dream, it's a poetry
That begins when I stop thinking
Thinking about the unequal struggle, the brute force, my love
That mistreats you between lunch and dinner

Happiness is a small town
It's a little house, it's a hill
Any place that lights up
When we want to love

The beautiful space between the fruit and the pit
When it bursts, it's a commotion
That distracts your gaze
It's the nature where I seem to be half
Of your same desire
Hidden in another gaze

And like the sweet doesn't hide the tamarind
This beauty only ends
When the other begins
Our love will be well done in that way
On that day it's a holiday, no need to work

Just so you can't say I didn't talk about fantasy
That caresses the popular thought
The love that stays between speech and your mouth
Not even the craziest word can express: Happiness

Happiness is a small town
It's a little house, it's a hill
Any place that lights up
When we want to love