You promise to...

Unheard cries and pinching silence
Of lives bygone and rivers that dry,
And in the rush of life and death
You promise to never make me cry…

Lonely trees and an aloof sky
Of conspiring stars and an unsmilig moon,
And embracing me with ages of passon
You promise to be my shade in every noon…

A rambling boat and distant terra firma,
Of a lone salilor shouting “carpe diem”,
And guiding me always in the path of life
You promise to write a lovely poem…

Some angry tales and singing fires
Of damp fireflies and blazing dews,
And amidst the busting paths of life 
You promise to take me to cidade de deus…