” Two brothers,
when you sit high at dawn ,
and at your feet the instruments are laid down,
I learned to respect your drop And be wary of your silence ,
I think I hear your heartbeat traverse,
what was and what will be another existence’
It is as if a vast rock ,Was time concentrated.”
“ This is Copacabana, ample lagoon
Curve and horizon, bow of love trembling
Its arrows of light against the infinite.
Here my eyes undress the stars
Here my arms address the moon
Beasts bloomed from my steps
In forests of pain that stretched on.
Copacabana, beach of memories!
How many ecstasies, how many daybreaks,
In your ocean embrace! “
Vinicius de Moraes