Crazy
Liber Pampa
Train No Orchard
A can of oil
Maria-Fumaça
Imaginary wheels
Trails that I made myself
Lines of sand
The field, the trail and the ground
I took wheat to São Paulo
Romeu and Mariazinha also went in a wagon
Carví o, soybeans, toys for the journey there and back
Sometimes it was empty
There was nothing to carry
The helmsman train continued on the tracks
Without hurt
Wagons were sliding
Drivers even smiled
When the navel oranges appeared
And more navel oranges appeared...
On the way to the orchard
It's the train in the orchard
The train burned
My hands
In the embers
That glowed
To make the smoke
That burns
br/>Ascend through the air
On this train too
I carried my dreams
My paper suitcases
Circus of bamboo and string
My baggage of dreams
Never to return
(SÃlvio Luzardo/Felipe Mello)

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