Lavoura Arcaica
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And let no one shall rest...
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when a brother is in need.
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I hadn't left home yet, Pedro...
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but I saw suspicion
in Mother's eyes.

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I wanted to tell her:
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"You are saying farewell now
without knowing me."

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I could have said:
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"All I did was nestle in the straw
of your womb for nine months...

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and receiving for many years the
tender touch of your hands and lips."

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"That's why I'm leaving home...
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that's why I'm going away."
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I could have told her
so much, Pedro.

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But I thought it was useless.
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"It makes no sense",
I thought...

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to leave in her poor,
flour-coated hands...

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an exasperated
carnation stem.

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"It makes no sense",
I thought twice...

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to stain her apron...
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to cut the cord...
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and other leaves.
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That's why instead
of saying...

:57:53
"Mother, you don't know me..."
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I preferred, Pedro,
with my mouth dry and salty...


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