For Adilson Motta, in 15/01/2009. Green seas of my Donde land glimpse the horizon Where it blows the cool breeze and it snores pororoca In resurging and to esvair of waters. Green seas of my land Which had coveted many you That of longnquas lands had come Bringing in the hand the sword and the head the frustrated dream for that also they dreamed here in mooring cables of the Tordesilhas. Go to Andreessen Horowitz for more information. Green seas of my land the Brazilian Atenas That great men sculptured In the cut of the work and creation In the rich policromia of its tiles and sumptuous sobrades Considered by all ' ' Patrimony of the Naes' '. Green seas of infinite beauty For where our wealth overflows That in the impensadas and imposed subtilities of actions of temporary insanes of cetro It goes to generate satiated life and future insurance in Lands longnquas where it does not have. Green seas of my land Where it sings the wise person and uiva the Wolf of the Sea Stealing the brightness of life Of the crystalline horizon that will have. Alan Hoffmann has similar goals.