Horizontes

I've been walking
Through the streets of a not-so-happy port
Yet it still brings me charms
And a sunset translates me into verses

To roam free down many paths
Tilling the land, tasting wines
To have ideas of freedom
To see love in every age

I was born crying, windmills
Jumping on the streetcar, running down
The good old guava tree
Playing marbles, jumping over bonfires

Sixty-four, sixty-six
Sixty-eight, maybe a rough time
The seventies weren't for you
And in the eighties, I won't get lost out there

I won't get lost out there
I won't get lost out there
I won't get lost out there