SOME PRESAGE

Maybe It's the right time for us,
In the coloured summer garden, when the guitars sing,                                            
Are we able to sleep at such a night of silver moon...
You did take me captive and forgot to set me free.
I could steal your whisper. Do not take liberties on me.
You gave me no sign, and didn't let me through,
Still, you can sense that special calm?
An anxious silence wanders over hills,
Where keeps silent a volcano.
Don't you know what the magic is?
After dark...
Some stranger plays the piano.

(Painting of Edivaldo, Brazil)