I hold in my hand,
I keep in my memory,
A treasure of our land.
Our golden days,
Our single history.


Your smile is my ambrosia
Your happy voice
Is my brightest fantasia.
Is my pleasurable choice
You're my precious jewel.


Your image
My colorful page
A paradise that won't change
In the deepest of my heart, of my mind
And of my soul.

Marcondes Pereira

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