Poem by Maria de Lurdes Batista

Goodbye, sweet heart,

delicacy, beautiful face,

Tender hand, the magic of rice pudding.

Kind heart, round face,

you are a unique being forever and ever.

May this little thought

be sent directly to your heart.

This sweet heart,

my delicacy, beautiful face.

Only you know how to make my rice pudding.

You have long hair.

The years pass and remain dark as night,

mysterious as the sea I crossed.

On those nights,

I remember you have:

Pure cocoa skin and soft lines that perfect your being.

Short, restless and very bold India,

you danced inside her and a new life danced in you,

all this freedom that is now within me.

Girl with loose curls and bare feet,

I feel the earth making me a unique flower,

Who is not afraid to say,

or not,

not even if yes.

So let's smile,

even though we are sad!

It's sadder to want,

than not being able to smile.

I don't give you my heart,

because I can't take it off.

If I take it off, I know I'll die,

and I can't love you!

Goodbye, sweet heart,

delicacy, beautiful face.

Beloved grandma, grandma of my rice pudding.

Vanessa Lamounier Soares & Antonio Garcia Lamounier