For Natércia

No misty songs of love rehearsed,

Just the sarcastic truth

To satisfy the mental thirst

Of your insurgent youth.



Let's play the drums of change, my friend,

And ditch this boring place,

Rage on until the bitter end

With tenderness and grace.



Natércia, let loose your light,

Illuminate and thrill,

Do not give in without a fight,

Oh sunshine of Brazil!





                                    October 3, 2004

                              

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