Wood, stone, the end of the path
rest of a stump, a little alone
a shard of glass, life, the sun
night, death, one laco, the hook
peroba field, n the wood
Cainga, candle, the Matita Pereira
wooden wind, tipping the bluff
the deep mystery
wants it or not want
the wind blowing, the end of the slope
the beam, the vain, the feast of the ridge
raining rain, river bank talks
Of the waters of March, the end of the fatigue
the p, the ground, the march estradeira
Bird in hand, slingstone
A bird in the sky, a bird on the ground
a stream, a source
a piece of bread
the bottom of poco, the end of the road
The disgust on his face, a little alone
one splinter, a nail
a point, a point
a drop dripping
an account, a tale
a fish, a gesture
a silver shining
the morning light, the brick coming
firewood, the day, the end of the trail
the bottle of sugarcane, the shrapnel on the road
the design of the house, the body in bed
the stalled car, the mud, the mud
a step, a bridge
one sapo, a ra
a remnant of bush, in the morning light
Are the waters of March Closing the summer
the promise of life in your heart
wood, stone, the end of the path
rest of a stump, a little alone
a snake, a stick, Joao, Jos
a thorn in the hand, a cut on p
Are the waters of March Closing the summer
the promise of life in your heart
wood, stone, the end of the path
rest of a stump, a little alone
a step, a bridge
one sapo, a ra
one Belo Horizonte a tertian fever
Are the waters of March Closing the summer
the promise of life in your heart
wood, stone, the end of the path
rest of a stump, a little alone
wood, stone, the end of the path
rest of a stump, a little alone
Wood, stone, end of the road
Rest of a stump, little alone
Wood, stone, end of the road
Rest of a stump, little alone.