Pão e Poesia

Happiness is a small city
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 girl, a building and a rattle
Virtue and vice, freedom and precipice
To make bread, to hold a rally, to score a goal and to date

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

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

There is no landscape 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 at the foot of the wall without anyone policing

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

Happiness is a small city
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 hidden will in another look

And like the sweet never forgets 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 I don't say I didn't talk about fantasy
That caresses the popular thought
The love that remains between speech and your mouth
Not even the craziest word
Can express happiness

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

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