To the lips, the nectar of the flowers

By hidden path

Like the eagles on their rebirth

When to isolate itself to rejuvenate

On your wings plaining

The pearls in the depths to reproduce themselves

Passionate souls like pearls to lapidary themselves

As solitary eagles to renew themselves.

Orpheus plays his lyre for the angel to hear

Passion distributing love drops

Today the seeds in the gardens to transform themselves

When the spring arrives they presents themselves like flower

A smile appreciating a beautiful look

The nectar extracted from the flowers

Lips between open crave for kissing

By Poeta do Sertão