Itajuba

a melody of clouds.

the sky
a shade of blue
no other thing on Earth
ever had;

they tell me
where the higher winds blow.

Above cobblestone roads
I, a dreamer,
a believer
sing with the morning
and raise the sun.

And I recall:

I once disappeared
when I threw the world away
for what it seemed.

And now --
despite the wilderness of this life --
I find myself again.