Joana your name is red
And sharp like a Toledo blade
Your long skirt makes the wind twirl
On a summer evening walk
By the side of the sea
Calling for breeze
Joana your walk wants to turn into dance
At the sound of your laughter
Your words into chocolate and mangoes
And a whole tropical forest could grow
Under the rain of your love
So love Joana for the joy of this world
As if ships carrying spices
Had finally come to port
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