Do You Remember Night in Vila Sonia?

by M. Shayne Bell

Do you remember night in Vila Sonia?
The scent of orchids blown from Morumbi?
I’d little time for beauty, then, Maria.

I faintly see the lights of deep Ferreira,
Though dimmed by time, they whisper, soft, aqui.
Do you remember night in Vila Sonia?

I rode squat busses to Aracatuba
And worked from there to dirt Birigui.
I’d little time for beauty, then, Maria.

I walked till dark down cobbled streets in Tupa
And never heard the evening bird’s ai.
Do you remember night in Vila Sonia?

I seldom felt the cool of primavera
Or watched the moon, half-full, on Jundiai.
I’d little time for beauty, then, Maria.

I dimply see Lins’ whitewashed, hushed, capela;
I’ve nearly lost the sound of Guarani.
Do you remember night in Vila Sonia?
I’d little time for beauty, then, Maria.