I am the rain that casts the sand of the Sahara
About the automobiles of Rome
I am the mermaid that dances
The fearless Iara
water and leaves of the Amazon ´nia
I am the shadow of the voice of the matriarch of Black Rome
You don't catch me
You don't even see me
My sound blinds you, grimace, who is Are you?
Who didn't feel Henri Salvador's swing
Who didn't follow Olodum rocking Pelô
And who didn't laugh with Andy Warhol's laugh
No, no, and I didn't even say no
I'm a strong American black
With a gold earring in my ear
I'm the flower of the first song
The oldest
The newest sword and its cut
I am the smell of desperate books
I am Gitá Gogóia
Your eye looks at me but it doesn't can you reach me
I have no choice, grimace, I will discard it
Whoever did not pray Dona Canô's novena
Whoever did not follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija -Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not Recôcavo and cannot be reconvex