Velho Moinho
Joanna
Old Mill
Whenever time remembers
What remained of that love
I only see candles spinning your hair flying
I smell the perfume of a flower
And your linen bodice
That I eagerly untied
I was a bed and cradle of affection
It was your body that became
A woman for the first time
Old mill spinning in the wind
I come here to remember that moment
Only you saw me when I embraced
That woman I never found again.
The white sails of the mill
Same as life same as the years
The wind that makes them spin
Is the destiny that brings us
Love sadness and disappointments
