Where the thrush sings

I am craving Brazil. This last trip has profoundly changed me and life far away from my roots make close to little sense right now. For all my fellow expats, you know what I mean… and you will comprehend this poem written by the Brazilian Romantic author Gonçalves Dias. I want to be onde canta o sabiá.

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My land has palm trees
Where the thrush sings.
The birds that sing here
Do not sing as they do there.

Our skies have more stars,
Our valleys have more flowers.
Our forests have more life,
Our lives have more love.

In dreaming, alone, at night,
I find more pleasure there.
My land has palm trees
Where the thrush sings.

My land has beauties
That cannot be found here;
In dreaming — alone, at night —
I find more pleasure there.
My land has palm trees
Where the thrush sings.

May God never allow
That I die before I return;
Without seeing the beauties
That I cannot find here;
Without seeing the palm trees
Where the thrush sings.

– Gonçalves Dias

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