written by: Januário Esteves
It rains and we all thank
This fermenting gift from Heaven
Plants, birds, animals and everything on Earth
Renew in the hope of living
I picked pomegranates at dusk
In the twilight of the landscape
And I said, I’ll give it to my love.
So that the blood may be purified.
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