DEAR FATHER FELISBERTO GONCALVES 

Sleeping in the solitude,

knowing not of the outsides,

no more cries nor screams,

just a deep of sleep, in the paradise of ocean.

candles to lit on,

flowers to give on,

tears to fall down,

to grind off his paradise,

sleeps and dreams in buoy,

like no more to the flesh,

soul says and tells. 

the story had come to an end.

To bear down on, no more,

cogitate only in the stillness of the night,

under the moon and in the eerie breeze. 

Sitting I am, under the shade of the moon,

and tell the story of his amazing life. 

MUITO OBRIGADO MEU PAE,