I got the idea to write poems,
I got the idea to stay,
I thought about the sound of the sea
and the glitter of the waves, when it grows dark.
I got the idea to love
with the silence of the moon and the sound of the sea,
the sea weeping and the moon lightening ,
the moon coming and going,
there is no better place.
I got the idea to write poems,
I got the idea to stay
at this wonderful place.
Itacimirim, a case of eternal love.....