Horizontes

For a long time I've been walking
In the streets of a not very cheerful port
And yet
It brings me charms
And a sunset translates into verses
To follow many free paths
Plowing lands, tasting wines
To have ideas of freedom
To see love in all ages
I was born crying, windmills
Get on the tram, get off running
The good slingshot of guava tree
Play marbles, jump over bonfire
Sixty-four, sixty-six, sixty-eight, maybe bad weather
The seventies didn't work for you
And in the eighties I won't get lost around
I won't get lost around
I won't get lost around
I won't get lost around