All the summers of my life, when I didn't yet know it was summer and I felt happy, when hidden in the middle of the wheat (I close my eyes) I would smell her panties, when I stole a big bottle of red from the cellar to quench the thirsty, when I saw you tumble in the vineyard for a bit of chocolate, when a tick caught me naked on the banks of the Tagliamento, when with the sun on my face, playing the berimbau, I felt like a flame in my chest, when that smile revealed your essence and my future. And today, when I live summer every day, how will I still feel that taste if not with memories or with some good music? 1973 Acabou Chorare; when Brazilian popular music reaches perfection, with the complicity of a certain João, in an album that needs no introduction.