O Carro e a Faculdade

I have in my office
On top of my desk
A miniature of a car
That surprises everyone
Many have asked me
The reason why it was
That being a graduated doctor
I like an ox cart

I answered it was with the car
Traveling on the roads
That my father earned money
So I could study
While he was hauling
Facing difficulties
I memorized the lessons
There in the college benches

Spoken
Oh, my friends
This is the story of a son
Who recognized his father's work

Between our two lives
There is a comparison
Today I hold the pen
As if it were a goad
In the scratches of my writing
Scrawled on the pages
I see the traces that the oxen
Left on the roads

Closing my eyes it seems
That I see an endless road
And an old ox cart
Singing inside me
In my ears remained
The groans of a yoke
And the shout of a cart driver
Echoing in the ravine

If I have soft hands
I owe everything to my father
Who had calloused hands
In the distant past
Every trip he made
On those winter mornings
Was a drop of my tears
On the pages of my notebook

My father left this earth
But he fulfilled his mission
Hauling, he placed
A diploma in my hands
That's why I cherish this cart
With affection and much love
It's a memory of the cart driver
Who made me a doctor