Maybe because it’s autumn, And I let my bare feet walk on cold sand,
Maybe because I’ve been looking for an idea of life for so long, And drew it on sheets without lines confining the words,
Maybe because the salty air makes my eyes look greener, keener.
but on this endless beach, time marked by the waves, ruffling, breaking, readjusting,
Here I found what makes me feel mild, soft,
And it took so many steps and bets with luck and reading horoscopes to find this secret I’ve always been carrying in the pocket of my jacket,
To find home.
Praia da Barra