Verão

Five surfboards glide on the waves
And the surfers seem to fly
There are sailboats in the distance
And the sunrise promises moonlight

Seagulls shoot like arrows
In a dive without brakes in the blue
And I feel, just like the poet
"living water from the southern seas"

There are conversations and laughter in the bars
And lilacs in the ending afternoon
Buses pass full of glances
And a desire for something new inspires me:

I crave the fervor of other times
And the beauty of days gone by
It rains so much in my feelings
And it's summer, it's summer, it's summer