Casa no Campo

I want a country house
Where I can compose many rural rocks
And only have the certainty
Of close friends and nothing else

I want a country house
Where I can be as peaceful as can be
And only have the certainty
Of the limits of the body and nothing else

I want sheep and goats grazing
Solemnly in my garden
I want the silence of tired tongues

I want the hope of glasses
And a cool-headed child
I want to plant and harvest by hand,
The pepper and salt

I want a country house
Of the ideal size, with wattle and daub
Where I can plant my friends
My records and books and nothing else