Céu de Brasília
Toninho Horta
Brasília Sky
The city calmed down right after ten
In the windows the cold light of the television entertaining the families
I walk through the night walking the streets
There I go through the air wings of an airplane
Forgetting the loneliness of the big city
Of the world of men in a crazy flight
That I keep inventing and fly until I see
The bushes, the morning sun, the leaves, the rivers, the blue
Beautiful beauty to see nothing exists like the blue
Without blemishes of the sky of the Central Plateau
And the immense open horizon suggesting a thousand directions
And I don't even want to know if it was crazy drunkenness or lucidity.
