On our chests
Tracing on our chests, freedom,
Breaking the chains that tied them,
In the hands so long already showed
How is possible to have peace.
Leaving behind and without nostalgia
The days when the hours did not passed,
Does not left the cold early morning
Not even sunrise dawn. Anxiety ...
Now I perceive to be possible
The morning song of the birds
Making the heart seem almost invincible
Changing all the luck in a moment,
In the shadows of the so serene caresses
I sense the soft breeze, in calm wind.
Marcos Loures
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