The ᴘʀᴀɪᴀ

(Deifilo Gurgel)

From here departed rough sailors,

for great journeys and adventures,

with his sea hands, calloused, hard,

breaking new ground and routes.

Here tender creatures dreamed,

on moonlit nights under the lights,

of the accomplices stars in the heights

and the rustling breeze of the coconut trees.

The beach is witness to the passage

of men, through the centuries, on the journey

to the distant and invisible ports.

And the foot that insoles it today is the same foot

of ancient ancestors, dead in the faith,

dead in love, omnipresent dead.