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Ruy Belo

AND EVERYTHING WAS POSSIBLE

When I was still young before I left home
ready to travel around in the world
I already knew about the waves’ breaking
from the pages of all the books I’d read

When may rolled around everything was flowers
the morning turtledove flew here flew there
and to hear the dreamer just speak of life
was like it having actually happened

Everything took place in another life
and there was always a way out when needed
When was all this? Not even I can say

I know only that I had a child’s power
all things were close to me and everything
was possible I only had to want it

E Tudo Era Possível

E Tudo Era Possível

Na minha juventude antes de ter saído
da casa de meus pais disposto a viajar
eu conhecia já o rebentar do mar
das páginas dos livros que já tinha lido

Chegava o mês de maio era tudo florido
o rolo das manhãs punha-se a circular
e era só ouvir o sonhador falar
da vida como se ela houvesse acontecido

E tudo se passava numa outra vida
e havia para as coisas sempre uma saída
Quando foi isso? Eu próprio não o sei dizer

Só sei que tinha o poder duma criança
entre as coisas e mim havia vizinhança
e tudo era possível era só querer
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AND EVERYTHING WAS POSSIBLE

When I was still young before I left home
ready to travel around in the world
I already knew about the waves’ breaking
from the pages of all the books I’d read

When may rolled around everything was flowers
the morning turtledove flew here flew there
and to hear the dreamer just speak of life
was like it having actually happened

Everything took place in another life
and there was always a way out when needed
When was all this? Not even I can say

I know only that I had a child’s power
all things were close to me and everything
was possible I only had to want it

AND EVERYTHING WAS POSSIBLE

When I was still young before I left home
ready to travel around in the world
I already knew about the waves’ breaking
from the pages of all the books I’d read

When may rolled around everything was flowers
the morning turtledove flew here flew there
and to hear the dreamer just speak of life
was like it having actually happened

Everything took place in another life
and there was always a way out when needed
When was all this? Not even I can say

I know only that I had a child’s power
all things were close to me and everything
was possible I only had to want it
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