You call yourself a mistery
But I think I know who you are…
In your words I can read sincerity,
Even that I can’t see your eyes.
If my heart really got find your identity,
So, those words aren’t vain…
And My singing have an amazing serenity
Like the softly fallin rain.
You make smile, and dream, and feel
All the best things that friendship brings
So I want to keep and meal
This sweet fantasy, funny and kind
Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros,
Niteroi, January 17th – 2009