My eight years

My eight years

(I dedicate this song to my children, Chintya and Sydney. (The best times of my life)

(when I sing this poem to my children, my father-in-low was thrilled).

My father-in-low,  was

thrilled when I sang this
poem for my children   
Oh! I miss that I have

From the dawn of my life,
From my childhood sweetheart
That the years bring no more!
What love, what dreams, what flowers,

Caressing those afternoons
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
How beautiful are the days

From the dawn of existence!
- Breathe the soul innocence
As the flower perfumes; The sea is - serene lake,
The sky - a blue mantle,
The world - a golden dream,

Life - a hymn d'amor!
That dawn, that sun, life,
That night melody
That sweet joy

That naive flirt!
The sky embroidery d'stars
A land full of aromas
The waves kissing the sand

And the moon kissing the sea!
Oh! days of my childhood!
Oh! my spring sky!
How sweet life was not

On that cheerful morning!
Instead of hurts now,
I had such delights
My mother's caresses

And kissing my sister!
Free child of the mountains,
I was well satisfied,
Shirt open the chest,
- Bare feet, bare arms
- Running through meadows
The wheel of waterfalls,
Behind the wings light

Blue butterflies!
In those blissful times
Would reap pitangas,
I climbed up to get the sleeves,

Played by the sea;
He prayed to the Hail Marys
I thought the sky always beautiful.
I fell asleep smiling

And awoke to sing!
Oh! I miss that I have
From the dawn of my life,
From my childhood sweetheart

That the years bring no more!
- What love, what dreams, what flowers,
Caressing those afternoons
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
  
Poem of the poet: Casimiro de Abreu

I used to sing this song for my kids on Friday night, because they were happy because they would be with me for three days I mean, because I was not going to work over the next three days.

Balbina Almeida de Carvalho