The weeping of Santa Maria

Santa Maria cries.

Oh painful tears
What now?

The whole world at the sight of Santa Maria

Also puts on the black veil

Silent hills in the distance

Embrace her in fright

before the lips muted from songs

Santa Maria cries with no consolation

the acid cloud that wilted her flowers

the feverish heat sowing this pain

Santa Maria is crying the children

Cries the parents, cries the girls

The empty rooms

The gap

Sobbing in choir so many mothers Marias

A black stiletto lays on the scorched ground

witnessed the rush of Cinderella in reverse

Picks, axes, broke the wall

trying to appease the thirst flames

a hole torn from despair, crossing

to the side of the winged ones

Santa Maria weeps

Her happy children now heroes

sadden with marble memories

(Sobs)

Yesterday Santa Maria rejoiced

with those who rejoice

Today Santa Maria weeps

with those who weep

Santa Maria weeps

(...)

Tribute to the victims of the 01/27/13 fire in Brazil, city of Santa Maria

It's time

Time to sweep the dust

to remove the sumptuous dress from the closet

time to jump on the ashes of the extinguished fire

and throw away the old sorrows that no longer fit

It's time

to look in peace at the image in the mirror

not to stare at the wrinkles and white hairs

but at the life this passed time has represented

It's time to count the blessings

to plow new fields

to sow the good seed

to forget winter was ever here

By the warmth of the morning light caressing your dreams

It's time to dream so high

that only clouds are visible from above

Time to hope your dream is kept between soft Auroras

on paths made of cotton

It's time to let out your voice

in song

to undress from the wounds, the lusts

Time to walk so light that flying

It's time to stop at the beauty of the little grass flowers

to observe the ants

time to not count the stars

all part of the same sky

at the reach of your hands

It's time to laugh with the simplicity of a child

with the immaturity of a heart in love

time to pace your steps

at the compass of the piano

time to spin in pleasures of joy

time to embrace your Marys

to lie on your mom's lap

and feel the protection of your father

It's time to remember the pure springs

to forget the bottles confining life

time to unleash the genius

to thank the wise the silence

time to rebirth from dust

to sprout and bloom from ashes to the new

and to thank all it taught you what ended