Regina Elis
Transversal Do Tempo
O Rancho Da Goiabada
The bóias-frias
When they have a few drinks
Chasing off sadness
They dream of steak on horseback, french fries
And dessert
is guava cascão, with lots of cheese
Then coffee, cigarette and a kiss
From a mulatto woman called Leonor or Dagmar...
The battery-powered radio, the Alligator stove
The lunchbox, Sunday, the bar
Where so many equals gather telling lies
To be able to bear it
Ai, they are pai-de-santo, paus-de-arara, they are passistas
They are flagellated, they are pendants, clerks
Clowns, Martians, annibals, lilies freaks
Dancing, sleeping with their eyes open
in the shadow of the allegory of embalmed pharaohs