Paradise
I see myself on the other side
of the Equator line.
Far from the concrete world/
Far from the asphalt roads.
I see myself surrounded
by sumptuous mountains...
...mountains that hundred years ago
was home for the Indians and Samaritans.
From the top of the mountain
I can see the ocean in Anchieta.
The symphony of the birds in
tone
with owls, ducks...the hustler singing the
first sound of the morning.
The creamy; fresh and hot milk
from the cow...
The enchanted sound of the water breaking
on the rocks of the waterfall;
Right there from my window.
It's just another day here,
on the other side of the Equator.
And I look from my window and the
horseman is preparing the horses
so we can go for a ride on the mountains...the forest.
It's morning and they are setting fire on the
white clay oven to cook a whole pig for the day.
It's a happy time...
The fog is leaving the
mountains to reach the skies
Yes, it's just morning...
And I look from my window and I see the beauty of
what originally was God's creation.
A place that you are just a person
not
a" persona".
A place were simplicity
is your "big brake".
A place that you feel closer to the infinite.
A place that at night you stared at the skies and you
can touch the pouring rain of stars.
Indeed, it's just another day here
on the other side of the Equator.
It's just another day in paradise.
Jade da Rocha
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