Deus No Esconderijo do Verso

When the hidden voice in the wind decides to sing
When the wrapped verse in the waves learns to speak
When the shooting star in the sky illuminates the city
The poet who sees, under the light, already prostrates
So many crosses, so much disharmony in the world screaming
And the poet with the received light prepares the altar
And in the rite that blesses the word, consoles
Takes the weight off the cross, loneliness goes away

Every time the divine word in such a human voice
Translates, reveals itself, sings to us and blesses
Aligns this ground with its sky
Embroiders the souls of the guilty
Puts paths in the feet of those who had nowhere to go before
Every time the golden from the sky falls into the silver of history
And the mystery allows itself to be shown in the paths of the voice
Makes a prophet, the poet and singer
Turns the word into a gesture of love
And sprinkles the path with light for those who follow it
Every time the profane receives in the womb of the soul
The beauty of art rooted in God
The divine descends from the sky
Spreads its veil over the world
And beauty lace the paths, puts us in another light

When the pain in the world's secret manages to speak
When the tormentor lodged in the shadows learns to speak
When death in the plots of life steals our words
The artist who sees asks God for the answer
And in a mix of light and shadow, starts to seek
The answer that never answers but makes us go on
And in the art that prays without voice, every artist tempers
The hardness of the ground with eternal hopes