Vermelhas, intensas, gritantes, suspensas
Up there is just a sea of possibilities
There is no sea but the sea
Up there is a wall of possibilities
There is no keeper but the key
Rodava, e rodava, e rodava
E ria, ria muito e ria alto
E chorava, e cantava
E as lágrimas tinham o gosto do sangue
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry
ninguém ouviu aquele choro, aquele grito.
Patti Smith "Land"