I wrote this song for my deceased mother, the one that adopted me. It is based on memories or fragments of memories from my very early childhood. Story goes that she had a dream with her grandmother handing her a child – she was past childbearing age and blew it off, but the dreams would not stop. Then she went to visit family in the Northeast of Brazil and saw me – the child from the dream. This is translated from Portuguese.
February 01, 2006
When I was small I lived atop a brown hill My body wanting to escape Tears falling My life was sad Like a poem of solitude. What a shame that everything was the way it was. But it happened that I met you I had nothing to lose I looked to the sky "Oh my God" What a beautiful life to live - with you. When I was a boy I was so lost Running from here to there Tears falling I thought I was independent Always looking ahead But it was all so I would not stop And confront my own mind. a.p.t.