Era-se uma vez



Vou contar uma história….

Uma história muito velha
Que a muitas se assemelha

Éra-se uma vez
Num lugar chamado Invés

Tudo lá era ao contrário
Nesse mundo extraordinário

Lá o azul, era vermelho
E quem nacía, era velho.
Então o sábio era pequeño
E o senhor, sonhava sê-lo.

Quem falava, pouco dizía
E que ouvía, muito sabía.

Uma casa, bem vazía
Era de alguém que muito tinha.

E se roupas, não vestía
Com orgullo o exibía.

Se chorava: alegría!
Se morría: existía!

Trabalhar era mal visto
Pois ao sonhar, se era rico.

Lá os bicho opinavam
E em tudo participavam




Pra aprender: só querer
E pra saber: apenas ser.

Lá o sol brilhava escuro.
E no sertão, crescía tudo.

Lá o mar, era doce.
E amar, era fácil.

E o cançaço não vinha
e a fome, não tinha.
Pra pintar, se cantava.
O silêncio, se ouvía.
Um quadro, se dançava.
E na dor, se sorría.

Uma flor te cheirava.
Uma cor se tocava.
Um sabor se ouvía.
E o odor, lá, se vía.

A magía existía,
e ninguém resistía.

A doença, não vinha.
Quem mais dava, mais tinha.

Pra chegar lá, é bem lonje
Pois no tempo se esconde
Se quiser encontrar
É só não procurar.



Once upon a time


I'll tell you a story ....

A very old story
That looks like many other

Once upon a time,
in a place called Backwards

all that exists was the opposite
In this extraordinary world

There, the blue was red
And the one who was born, was old.
Then the sage was small
And the man dreamed to be.

The speaker said little
And who listened knew a lot.

A very empty house,
was from someone who had a lot.

And if you were not wearing clothes
you proudly showed it.

If I cried, joy!
If he died, he existed!

The work was frowned upon
because dreaming made you rich.

All the living creatures give their opinion
and they participated in all



To learn, you need only to want
And to know, just be.

There, the sun was shining dark.
And in the wilderness, all grew.

There the sea was sweet.
And love was easy.

And fatigue did not come
and there was no hunger,
To paint you had to sing.
The silence was heard.
A picture, danced.
And in pain, you smiled.

The flower smelled you,
The color was touched.
The taste was heard.
And the smell was visible.

There was magic,
and no one resisted.

The disease did not exist.
who gave more, was the one who had more.

To get there, it is far
Because it hides in time
If you want to find it,
Just do not look for it.