Have sweet dreams my little child...

Sweet dreams little child

Have sweet dreams little child.
Angels will bless each note of the lullaby.
Fairies will sing during the path to Lórien.
The love between an elf and a witch,
Will bring the blessed child to this land.

The rain falls outside.
Lay your head down in the magic pillow.
In your warm bed,
Love will heat the cold of the winter.

The stars will iluminate your dreams,
The moon will bless your way,
Your way to a far away song...

The night flowers will open to your fly into the dark sky of the evening.
The nightingale will sing the delighted melody.
The mermaid who brought you,
Will play the harps.
And the fairies will dance above you sleeping head.

Your day will come in a different sky.
The sun will be there glowing,
But the God’s tears will be falling too,
Ready to wash the past of the Earth.

Bruna Jatobá


I wrote this poem today, thinking about the rain and a child... The Gods are crying in this land... They are very angry with all man... Their pride and greed are killing everybody! And who suffer with this? The children! But the child will be born again... The siren will carry him to the Earth. A child dream will clean the dark sky above our heads... I can't feel it coming... I have hope... It's not the end of it...

Truly yours,
Nightingale. "A lost romance..."