My greatest poem
is the one I got from my parents.
My name.
One from my mother,
One from my father.

Ramana its the princess of an old movie + h to write it beautifully
And Manhã is the word for morning, it came from a song

The song says

Morning so beautiful morning | Manhã tão bonita manhã
From a happy day that has come | De um dia feliz que chegou
The sun in the sky has risen | O sol no céu surgiu    
    And in every color shone | E em cada cor brilhou
The dream has returned, then, | Voltou o sonho, então,    
         To the heart. |  Ao coração.
          [...]
           After this happy day | Depois deste dia feliz
      I don't know | Eu não sei
If another day will come | Se outro dia haverá
         It's our morning, | É nossa manhã,
   So beautiful at last | Tão bela afinal
             Carnival Morning. | Manhã de Carnaval.

And coincidentally I was born in february, Brazil's carnival month

I might say I don't need it
when all I wanted was it.

But getting it is so hard that
I grew not caring in owning it.

I'm under a heavy storm
Yet all you can see is me standing like a cornerstone
But I'm actually made of salt
And I'm melting

I'm not feeling well tonight
I'm not in the mood today

My cat was sick and died

Left me behind, and gone away

A tiazinha puxava o cão pela corrente
A corrente era bem comprida

A tiazinha vinha andando pela calçada
O cão vinha pela avenida

A tiazinha puxava forte a corrente
Mas o carro veio logo em seguida

cry me a river
the ocean is the most deep
In salty waters we don't sink

morrer espero
no frio do inverno
minha alma grita