			vocês
			Who am I? I flood plantations, I flood cities, and I finish with the headquarters, I am gravy upon cracked soil. I know that I am, but I know not who I am. I banish people from their homes, overflowing rivers, so am I bad? Yet, I give joy. When dry I fulfill, I give drink to their throats, So again, what am I? If I come excessively, they ask that I stop. If I stop, they beg that I come. My will is to fall down in water and never more to repent of my actions that I made yesterday. If
			If I make weeds drown, hearts will flood. But of those weeds that remain? They cry over that water that still remains in its body, in the silly hope that one day I will come back. I do not know why, but I eat and I am! Now, look what I have made.
		Misshomespun	BEAUTIFUL!!! Thanks again for the translation.
		tanddjohnson	beautiful picture. welcome aboard.