I am the rain that throws the Sahara's sand
Over the cars of Rome
I am the mermaid that dances
The fearless Iara
Water and leaf of the Amazon
I am the shadow of the voice of the matriarch of Black Rome
You can't catch me
You can't even see me
My sound blinds you, square, who are you?
Who didn't feel the swing of Henri Salvador
Who didn't follow Olodum shaking Pelô
And who didn't laugh with Andy Warhol's laughter
Who didn't, who didn't and even said no

I am a strong North American black man
With a gold earring in my ear
I am 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 can't reach me
I have no choice, square, I will discard
Who didn't pray Dona Canô's novena
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not Recôncavo and cannot be reconvexo

I am a strong North American black man
With a gold earring in my ear
I am 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 can't reach me
I have no choice, square, I will discard
Who didn't pray Dona Canô's novena
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not Recôncavo and cannot be reconvexo

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