Mockingbird

Every morning that damned
Mockingbird stays on his twig
Right in front of my window
With his delicate, almost imperceptible smile
Mocking me because while he's already awake and singing
I can barely get out of my bed.

Ipanema, 19h45

Ipanema, 19h45
Senhoras saem de casa
Trajando seus melhores vestidos,
Anéis de ouro, brincos de ouro, colares de ouro,
Cabelos de prata
E vão à lanchonete comer baurus
Já não é 1962.