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SERENA

Here, in this distant and deserted beach,
Where it waters of the sea beats always, Calms,
I live, rolling for waves that are always right.
I stop here and there, I am a grain of sand just.

In the daytime, warm for the sun, wet for the sea,
Always in the company of other grains, my siblings,
I am going living my life without complaining,
Waiting the day of disappearing in the total erosion.

But it is when the sun if de lies down and the moon is born,
It is that I forget about every suffering of the work.
Because, there in the firmament, so beautiful woman, appears,
The star that one day, I dedicated my life.

On that hour, by God, that cares for all knots,
I accept the bitterness that the destiny I reserve,
I am satisfied to see her passing simple,
Tends the futile illusion that she also observes me.

She, powerful, follows her road, shining,
Illuminating my thoughts and my heart,
Me here in the darkness, poor grain, I am going thinking,
What can do to call her attention?

Her that lives enclosed of other stars,
It should be courted by some also,
She won't call for who, here in this beach, sighs for her,
And of her love I became a hostage.

But, I have been keeping with me the hope,
That one day I can of love to speak to her,
Because what remains to who loves except the fleeting trust,
That God allows to the fewer to dream.