Written by: João Camilo

My soul is awaken and walks
Adjusted to this room - 
Wooden walls, white curtains on the windows,
Red blur besides the glass - 
Where the roses all bloom.
Two stores but one roof
Hidden among the woods - 
Where the two brow nightingales build their nest,
Under the shadow of the stars
And a growing children moon.
Steps echoing on the stone floor,
The breeze coming by the door
While I stop on the same place where lies the fire,
But summer tells me to wait
And stroll around the lake.
The table and empty chairs
waiting for the ninth hour - 
the first drops of rain starts to kiss the dry ground,
I search barefoot on the yard
then I woke with the tv sound…