My dream

My dream

I dream of a life this:
full of Peace
full of love,
with little children playing,
in the square right there,
ladies going to the fair,
with their bags and umbrellas.
Knowing that the return
find everything in one place,
With youngsters going to school
or going to work.
Taking the collective
sure to come back
wanted to return home
evening where the little head,
resting on the pillow.
In the certainty that tomorrow
will another day to face.
The old benches in the square
there can take the sun,
entertain themselves, with friends,
and remember the old days.
No assault, stray bullets,
without sadness in our eyes,
mothers without fainting,
to stop breast crying,
for justice, for justice!
For children who have that
will never come back.
We all have the right to dream
no matter where we live,
condos, or the sea,
there in shacks
on the hill with the city at our feet.
Live together as brothers.
We are all brothers.
No matter where we are,
all have the same rights to live,
dream and love.
right to live in peace
and dream in peace,
study, work.
Our dreams do.
And by day or night,
to our home to come back.

(Fadinha de Luz)