This year, as a conspiracy dictated by moon’s rhythm, Branch Sunday is coincident with other major events concerning the relative position of the stars and the planets: the vernal equinox, with the beginning of Spring, and my birthday! 😉
Balada Astral – Miguel Araújo, with Inês Viterbo
For those who the conspiracy of the stars hasn’t made able to understand this beautiful Portuguese language, I leave the rough translation I made from the lyrics:
When God put the world
And the sky spinning,
Deep down He knew
That somehow
I had to find you
My mother, at the instant
She accepted to dance,
Was induced
By the conspiracy of the stars
Which from their cosmic slowness
Made your father
Smile to your mother
So that you
Also existed
It was a beautiful day
And at the time I was too
The infinity
Still remembered well
Of it’s cosmic hostage.
And me, who thought
I would only buy bread,
And you, who thought
You would only walk the dog,
Safe from the conspiracy,
Crossed paths,
Stumbled in a glance,
And the bread, that day
Turned out not bought
Became entangled the doggeries,
The planets, the signs,
The fate and the constellations,
The stars, the tracks
And the stuff of us both
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