the big dark cloud goes away
the crazyness of the tempest dissolve
the tide goes back flat and slow
the seagulls leave the earth without delay
fly over their rock without noise
of so many waves and already sleeping foam
meanwhile the sun who shines again
kisses the all sand now without fear
i went see
i went see
the storm
i came running
i went see
i went see
ths storm
i came tell you
pieces of wood in the sea flow
aloud to see what someday was a prow
painted with tenderness and many colors
in the style of that our good people
remains the drama of those who stay in the cliff
for those who god already destined to eternity
and this is the lesson that against god there is no will
remains the angry calm of the “saudade*”