The Entardecer When entardecer, In the smoothness of the cool breeze,
Everything he is calm… The birds return
to its nest, the diligent one search the rest, Seem that
everything is peace… When entardecer, the soft music of the wind, Uma prece to the Creator… Everything is peace… Plus a work that finishes, It
seems that the life is beautiful… When entardecer, the peasant looks at sad, New walked… The work still does not finish. However, it has a hope! It seems that it is happy.
That thing. This seems nrincadeira, but it is a reality. The poem brings an incredible inspiration, remembering a aspect sobrecocomum of the nature.