Dream
Trip
Wanderlino
Arruda
Today my heart
is light,
clear and sparkling
as the brightness of the seashore,
on a cloudless afternoon.
Red is golden,
life and dance,
with the luminance of stars
of the east wind
in the sign of Cancer.
Today
my heart, half-open with desires
with presence and absence
in a forest of lost music,
in a dawn sky of the first hour.
The wind is a flowing of dreams,
the Winter searches for a lullaby,
when my arms embrace destiny,
glimpsing ways:
dance and ambrosia.
