how beautiful it is lie down in the summer
the Sertão blinds in the morning's balconys
let in peaces of early morning
and under the blue blanket
sleeps calm the sister moon
lawn scent
brings from the field soft breeze
that makes us feel child
lulling milions of nests
the grass hides the dewed little flowers
almost all time abandoned
in the declivities of the trails
the dawning juriti of the forest
with his singuing opens the party
re-flying over all the jungle
the tame big river gets agitated
seeming to find beautiful
the land full of lawn
the red sun gets warm and appears
all the vergel thanks
by the nests that he sheltered
golden buttons loosen of their branches
they are drops of dew
of a night that passed over