Today we exchange confessions and caresses, we make love by words. But she, like Galadriel, is beautiful and terrible like night and day. Let an astral bridge be made from one corner of the world to the other to give her talent the right dimension. Brazil is too small for Poema, too fragile to contain the wind and lightning. May your total beauty take over the world. May you break down borders with your greatness. "It is seen when there is a wind And a great wave, it makes its nest in the roll of fury And it flies firm and sure, like a bullet Its wings lend to the storm It makes insecurity its strength And the risk of dying, its food For this reason, it seems to me a fair image For those who live and sing in bad weather "