SOBRADÕES

Time passes ...
Time flies ...
but
At the heart of the city,
The purest memories
Was a past ...
And it marked ...! ...
In the mansions ...
In sobradões ...
Upon titles and myths,
Causing the disappearance
The very reason the city ...
Straight and crooked!
Neighbors or not!
The new look fine!
But beautiful are those who resist
Long oppression,
Bowing increasingly towards the end
As a relic of past
Which brand generations!