Pompon of pompompere... cancan of cangaceire...)
I had one
One that was more of a problem than bills (Brasil... la la la...)
And he cried at parties and laughed at funerals (fusil...)
Sailors (they are witches...)
These men (the leopards...)
And the females are far away (eyes of spy...)
Oceans... (niggers and Zumbon in the spell of passion...)
Me with a
I remember the first kiss I gave her (meow... )
Watch where your nose goes
And she remained all the time with gritted teeth (cocoa...)
The cowboys
Who shoot (there in the alcove.. .)
Caps and the same bullshit and buttonholes (so much languor...)
A celery... (on that fake white face of a pig...)
Women are some thing
Of cheerful and 1930
Voices in mimosa skin color
Shadows of armpits
Hearts in the storm...
The women walk smelling
And they have dreams inside a blender
Unusual unsolved capricious salads
Sins are removed with the stain remover...
Me from another
Who was in the dark scream and fry fry (what a ball ...)
When I turned on the lamp
I discovered the little bear with the gray mustache (oval...)
Shipwrecked (and cellophane...)
On a table (shiny and tense...)
Floating in the wine man in the sea (they embrace the breast...)
Save him... (that flower of evil whose poison was fatal to us. ..)
Women are witches and fairies
Silence of eyes broom wind
All the same legs crossed
Children in the courtyard
Conductors of orchestras...
Women do the sudden
And man you will never know me
And I am Eve and grapes and evil and apples in Paradise
And who are we
I snakes or worms... (worms...)
The skaters spin on the TV
Cutting an air of ice
They jump up hanging from one arm
And small studied gestures
And pirouettes in the celestial costumes
And the apples on the cheeks
They take a breath
And one day they will take a husband
And with the same grace
They will fold their wings down...
(or dark bayaderes... or beautiful caballeres...)
Either beautiful or ugly
There are so many women
And if you could only make one (or how many daughters Madame Dorè...)
Of all
But not even that one alone (there isn't...)
And you know that there is (that there is 'it's...)
Let's drink, let's sing, let's jump...
So much for it
So much for their beautiful faces...
So much for it
So much for their their beautiful faces...
So much for them
So much for their beautiful faces...
Lonely little girls, weird meringues
Blonde girls with Flemish shafts
Amber legs, shadows, flattery
Irate tongues long playful
Limbi banks deep waves
Linde fronds lavender garlands
Bands carambas trumpets marimbas
Rumbe sambe mambi milongas
Congas tumbe birimbe birambe
/>Bambi doves mackerels anacondas
Herring orangutans dumbe bagonghe
Wombs loins round culandres
Acorns hot bombs hecatombs
Lanes tundras fruitful jungles
Shadows zombies calimbe macumbes
Slingshots pitonghe slanted malandre
Blande jumbe simbe mocambe
Strombe rande nefande avalanches
Monde underwear bumbe goganghe
Umbre malombre langhe overhangs
Coimbre mustanghe burunde malinde...
Danga that the coiomba roars...
Danga that the coiomba roars...