To you, with love

' A você, com amor '

Love is the whispering of the earth

when the stars fade away

and the winds of dawn wander about

in the birth of the day...

the cheerful desertion,

the bright gaiety

of the lips, of the spring

and of the wave that storms

from the ocean...

Love is a memory

that time cannot slay,

a beloved chanty

senseless and happy...

And the inaudible music...

The silence that trembles

and seems to occupy

the heart that shivers

when the melody

of a birdsong

seems to stay...

Love is God in its plenitude

the endless measure

of the blessings that come

with the sun and the rain

be that in the mountain

be that in the prairie

the rain that runs

and the accumulated treasure

at the end of the rainbow.

- Vinicius de Moraes