Mayara Soares

.living matter

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my Soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my Soul to take.

Vale is my father, and God is my brother. I am not from the chapel, I am not from São João. My roof is the sky, my bed is the floor. I am from the womb. Lyrics by Jefferson Cordeiro and the people of the Jequitinhonha Valley (MG).