Fruit of the Forest
MY EIGHT YEARS
Casimiro de Abreu
Oh! I miss that I have
From the dawn of my life,
From my childhood sweetheart
That the years bring no more!
What love, what dreams, what flowers,
Caressing those afternoons
In the shade of banana trees
Under the orange!
How beautiful are the days
From the dawn of existence!
- Breathe the soul innocence
As the flower perfumes;
The sea is - serene lake,
The sky - a blue mantle,
The world - a golden dream,
Life - a hymn love!
That dawn, that sun, life,
That night melody
That sweet joy
That naive flirt!
The sky embroidery of stars
A land full of flavors,
The waves kissing the sand
And the moon kissing the sea!
Oh! days of my childhood!
Oh! my spring sky!
How sweet life was not
On that cheerful morning!
Instead of hurt now,
I had such delights
My mother's caresses
And kissing my sister!
Free child of the mountains,
I was well satisfied,
Shirt open at the chest,
- Bare feet, bare arms –
Running through meadows
To run the rapids,
Behind the wings light
Blue butterflies!
In those blissful times
Would reap cherry,
I climbed up to get the sleeves,
Played by the sea;
He prayed to the Hail Marys
I thought the sky always beautiful,
I fell asleep smiling,
And awoke to sing!
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Na Amazônia, do século XIX, devido à cobiça pela borracha, Wawatu, cunhatã do clã Aruak, tem sua aldeia dizimada por brancos. Apesar de ser forçada a viajar para um local desconhecido, casar-se com guerreiro de origem Karib e sofrer com as diferenças de costumes de seus familiares, ela se apaixona.
