Ritmo do cantar das cigarras que anunciam a chuva.
As abelhas voam de flor em flor e encontra o beija
Flor querendo beijá-las, assim a vida passa, segue
Seu curso.
As nuvens, graciosamente, deslizam no céu, criam
Formas que as vezes surpreendem, encantam.
O sol, paralisado pela beleza da formação das
Nuvens se faz morno, pisca e deixa o frescor da
Sombras da brisa reinar naquele momento e a
Chuva cai. A chuva cai fresca como a luz da lua
E suave como o tocar das pétalas das flores ainda
Tenra em sua primeira manhã.
A terra, molhada pela chuva, exala o seu perfume
E este conta uma estória a ser contada nos
Primeiros momentos de cada manhã, um amanhã
Que ainda está distante mas que um dia chegará,
Virá trazendo novidades e assim a vida viverá.
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Life and its course
The wind blows, it shakes the flowers and the flowers
The wind blows, it shakes the flowers and the flowers
Dance at the rhythm of the singing of the buzzers
Announcing the rain. Bees fly from flower to flower
And meet the hummingbird wanting to kiss them, so
Life goes on, following its course.
The clouds gracefully glide in the sky, creating forms
The clouds gracefully glide in the sky, creating forms
That sometimes surprises, delights. The sun, paralyzed
By the beauty of the formation of clouds becomes
Fresh, flashes and allow the freshness of the shadow
Of the breeze to reign and at this very moment the rain
Falls. The rain falls cool as the moonlight, gentle as the
Touch of the flower petals still early in it’s first
Morning.
The earth, wet by the rain exhales its perfume that tells a
The earth, wet by the rain exhales its perfume that tells a
Story that should be told in the first moments of each
Morning of a tomorrow that are still distant from today
But that one day will come, it will come bringing some
News and with it will bring life and the life will live.
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