Costura

My dear, I'm going to get my
Hair
Sew the whole world
In the lace of the pillow
Where I usually dream
Sew a piece of Bahia
In the waist of my day
In the buckle of thinking.
All the hunger in this world
I want to sew at the bottom
To ease the suffering
Sew the sky on earth
And the earth in my chest
Mending, in my way, my
Thinking.
I want to sew Europe in the
Northeast
Lord with a tough guy
And the sun inside the moon
I want to sew the road on the
Knee
And the curve on the elbow
Circling my singing.
Every love I sew in my heart
I'll name after a nation
To better remember
Every love was true feeling
It seems it was quick
It seems it will pass.
I sewed my suffering
So the thunder wouldn't wake up
But the rain wanted to rain
My suffering will pour
Fence, help, don't run, don't
Call, hold, step on the ground.
Every dream sewn is an embroidery
And the reverse is the other side
You see the sea, you see the backlands
I sewed the end of the world
In the sweetness of a second
The vagabond heart spoke loudly.
The dust reddened my forehead
But I sewed quickly
In the bean pot
This water from the basin interests me
To wash my forehead
To wet my hand.
I sewed Gonzaga's white wing
So that he always brings us
The lament, the stream
Joy is an instantaneous thing
I see the afternoons of Goiânia
I sewed the immensity.
Sewing, I sewed with my sewing
I sewed future life
Without sewing, it won't work
Each stitch, each port, each vow
I sewed hard life in a piece of soap.