Out Of The Delicate Dream Of The Distance An Emerald Emerges Veiled In The Violet Folds Of The Air Of The Sea; Softly The Dream Grows Awakening, Shimmering White Of A City, Splashes Of Crimson, The Gay Bougainvillea, The Palms. High In The Infinite Blue Of Its Heaven A Quiet Cloud Lingers, Lost And Forgotten Of Winds That Have Fallen Asleep, Fallen Asleep To The Tune Of A Portuguese Song In A Garden.