Essa é a minha primeira tentativa de escrever poemas,

aliás versinhos, aos onze anos.

Que ninguém ria, por favor!!!

This is my first attept to write poems, better saying-

verses- at eleven.

Nobody laugh, please!

(Dear Mother

I slept quietly in my little poor crib

My mother watched over me 

All full of tenderness

Mother dear, my love,

For you I have a great passion 

I bring you warmly

Inside my heart

But if one day

We grow apart 

I won't think of anyone else

I'll only think of loving you

My mother, how she suffers

Her life is a horror

I have a safe with me

Where I keep her tenderly)