The Nights of Vila Sonia

Written and published by Jean-Louis. 
 

My dear love, precious muse

Your tenderness flows over my soul

And keeps me quieted down

In your sweet embrace

My being wrapped in you

Velvety and silky mother of pearl

Consecrated vase

Shared in silence

Prisoner locked without a key

Under the enchanted night

Half mist, half moon

Piercing with its sharp horns

The tenacious diaphanous veil

Challenging the wind

And the unceasing rain

In São Paulo,

City of illusions

Here you are Vila Sonia,

Suburb of dreams

Awoken by the nostalgia

Of a distant anxious melody

Lulling my weariness

With melancholy chords

Suspended by  its rhythms

Benevolent ambassadors

Musical streets vendors

Bring the flowery dawn

Of scarlet glory strewn

On a golden palette

By the indecisive heavenly

Host welcoming

In your unknown world

This exhausted traveler

With all its best efforts

The king of the day could not

Eclipse your inviting glance

And your noble bearing at last

Inviting me to share... breakfast.