Embracing Brazilian Poetry

Fire and Passion: Fogo e Paixão

2010-12-07T18:10:00.000-08:00

Wando is known as the brazilian Jim Morrison. In 1979 he has drowned in a tub of panties and never came back. He is one of the many fathers of constructivist poetry and also known as the father of the contemporary poetry, for biological reasons. We present you Fire and Passion, the apex of his most symbolic phase.

you are light
you are ray, star and moonshine
sunny morning
my iaiá my yo-yo
you are my yes
and never my no
when, so crazy, kiss me on the mouth and love me on the floor

Dirt me with carmin
put me honey on the mouth,
crazy in love, call me sky.
and when you get off me
you take my heart
you are fire, i am passion

The Blackitude Period

2010-10-16T16:30:00.000-07:00

In 1986, a little clan of young friends gathered in Carapicuíba's Cohab, a very known stop for hipsters. It was a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, with the elite of the intellectual posse always present.

When the poet that went by the nickname of "Little Grandson of Paul", probably a biblical reference, stopped reciting his verse, the owner of the restaurant asked him what kind of group they were, that came every night to his restaurant to recite poetry. Though his exact words are now forgotten, someone commented on the "Blackitude", a reference to their attitude, and the skin colour of the participants.

From behind the counter another poet, called "Little Baby" (probably a reference to the baby Jesus), complemented: "Junior Blackitude".

They have written this superb piece of pre-modern brazilian verse that I share with you now.

I see you, I feel you!

I cry, I smile!

I want to find you

Movie, little beer on a glass

An embrace in the little dark

Give me a kiss, to add.

Little cold, Tasteful,

In your very delicious

way, makes me lose my mind

I want: is more, loving you

For I can never forget you

Little cold, Tasteful,

In your very delicious

way, makes me lose my mind

Is the woman: É a mulher

2010-08-17T17:16:00.000-07:00

Few times in history an artist was capable of celebrating life by uncovering such simple and undeniable truth like in this masterpiece from Little Black Man from the Mockingbird (Neguinho da Beija-Flor). We thank our friend and poetry aficionado Fernando D'Andrea for sending it to us to remind that, despite all problems and pressure that may take us down, there will always be beauty in the words of the wise masters who are kind enough to share their infinide wisdom with us. We may have been away for a while but sure is good to be back with such joyful poem. We hope that it fills your day with positive thoughts and good vibrations!

Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman

The woman is the woman
The woman is the woman
The woman is the woman
The woman, the woman, the woman, the woman!

Better than one woman
Only ten women
Only ten women
Better than ten women
Only a thousand women
Only a thousand women

One woman...

Two women...
Three women...

Four women...
Five women...

Six women...
Seven women...

Eight women...
Nine women...

Ten women!

67 scooter: 67 patinete

2009-11-15T07:14:00.000-08:00

67 Scooter from DJ Thiago is perhaps the most widely known brazilian poem written as flow of conscience. In this poem, DJ Thiago exteriorizes his deeper thoughts fearlessly. One should pay attention to the flow of subjects that speak DJ Thiago's mind as a clue to understand this unique contemporary poet.

69!
aside we like
if you are not handling it
then
open the leg
because
open the leg
and suck
then open the leg
because
open the leg
then
DJ THIAGO
to
69!
baked chicken yes?
yes?
ok!
Then take this:
67 scooter
open the legs, we put on
if you are not handling it
stop a little
pay a blowjob
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
then
67 scooter
open the legs, we put on
if you are not handling it
stop a little
pay a blowjob
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
Without neurosys
be careful not to soil yourself
Without neurosys
be careful not to soil yourself
Without neurosys
be careful not to soil yourself
Stop everything.

I threw the dick in the cat: Atirei o pau no gato

2009-10-29T15:39:00.000-07:00

To celebrate the children's month we decided to post some juvenile poems.
This poem, particularly, is highly misunderstood.
It was not supposed to be childish. In fact "I threw the dick in the cat" is probably the first homossexual poem published in Brazil in the dictatorship period. Its author is unknown.
In this poem, the author tells the story of a man who had his first homossexual experiences with his housekeeper.
In the first lines, he explains that he 'threw' the dick in the cat (in Brazil, cat ['gato'] is a slang for 'handsome man'). After throwing his dick on the handsome man, he saw that the man didn't died, but he screamed. He is detailed, though, about his wife Chica's reaction.
The fact that the author is talking about his housekeeper was not noticed until recent researchers find out that when he emphatically repeats the last syllables of the last words, he says: dona chica-CA, admirou-se-SE,ber-RO. This syllables form the word casero (housekeeper).

I threw the dick in the cat
but the cat
didn't died
Miss Chica
Admired herself
With the scream
with the scream that the cat screamed
MEOW

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore: A pipa do vovô não sobe mais

2009-10-15T20:24:00.000-07:00

The actual owner of Brazil and immortal TV show host was once a very active young poet.
Silvyo Saint was acctualy born in a poor family, despite all the legends saying he was conceived from a pile of 1,000,000 cruzeiros bills.
Nobody knows exactly how old he is. Some declare he is already dead and what we see now is a robot repeating pre-programmed routines.
Silvyo's poetry is as mysterious as himself.

Here is a piece he dedicated to his Grandfather, two times champion in Copacabana's Kite Championship.

Note: Don't misundertand Silvyo Saint with adult movie star Silvya Saint. They are not relatives.

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore
Despite trying very hard, Granpa's was left behind

He tried just another risy
But the kite doesn't give any signy

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore
Despite trying very hard, Granpa's was left behind

Wire-Haired Black Woman: Nêga do Cabelo Duro

2009-10-15T05:42:00.000-07:00

This poem was sent to us by our good friend Fernando D'Andrea

Poet and artist Beto Barbosa was one fo the greatest exponents of the Axé cultural movement in the late seventies and early eighties. He reached deeply in the conflicts that started the movement to create one of the most emotive portraits of the social condition around the use of lipstick but not caring about hair in this piece made famous by the performance of the now forgotten of Luis Caldas, then one of the most renowed artists and active participant of that cultural movement at that time.

Wire-haired black woman
That doesn't like to comb
When she paasses on the Down of Tube
The big black man starts to scream

Look at the wire-haired black woman
That doesn't like to comb
When she paasses on the Down of Tube
The big black man starts to scream

Catch her up there, catch her up there
What for?
To put lipstick
Of what color?
Purplunt, in the mouth and in the cheek

Catch her up there, catch her up there
What for?
To put lipstick
Of what color?
Color blue mess, in the mouth and in the Heaven's door

Dude Oh My, I'm Chameleon: Cara Caramba, Sou Camaleão

2009-10-11T14:28:00.000-07:00

In early 80's, at the city of Savior (capital of Bahia state), a new movement of poetry started to evolve at the Acarajés kiosks near the beach.

These young new artists were interested in bringing bahia's poetry back to the mainstream, to be in some way accessible to the common people.
The task was really difficult for them, due to their formal education in classic poetry.
All their efforts failled at creating something deep, thoughtful and accessible to the common brazilian.

One day, a poet named Bell Marques, frustrated with his creations, had an overdose of Acarjé in a small kiosk near the sea. Dizzy and with halucinations, Bell runned straight to the sea, in a confusion state much of the beach folks called "maluco da porra".
Struggling against the sea waves, Bell saw a vision that would change Bahia's poetry forever: It was Iemanjá, the brazilian goddess herself. She said "Bell my king, take this cassete. It contains all the essence of Bahia needed for your poetry breakthrough. Axé!"

From this day on, the city of Savior has been known as the birthplace of Axé Music. A deep, thoughtful, rhythmed and accessible form of brazilian poetry that spawns it's most delightful creations during the summer and carnaval periods.

The followinng piece is one of the most well known creation of Bell Marques and his group of poets, who called themselves Bubblegum with Banana.

Dude Oh My I'm Chameleon

Dude oh my, Dude faceô

Come live the summer
Come enjoy Savior
I'm chameleon
Let me be your love

There's no half face
Oh my what a need of love
You're owner of my will
I change my way and color

I touch you, I hug you
I lock you
At the sun rays
Mix the future and the present
Now I go to the lighthouse

Dude oh my, Dude faceô

Cohab City (come here): Cohab City (vem pra cá)

2009-10-11T06:30:00.000-07:00

Cohab City (Ancient Portuguese: Complexo Habitacional) is the name of a dialogue by Li'l Grandson of Paula. Most modern scholars agree that it was written mostly during Li'l Grandson's so-called middle period. During more than half of the dialogue, Chambourcy makes guesses at Li'l Grandsons request as to where Danone have come from. These include the names of the Cohab, personified deities (Baby, Ari, Bean, Li'l Claude and Li'l Fab), and many words that describe abstract concepts. The second half of the dialogue is so intense that many believe it to be a separate poem that even have a name: "Vem pra cá". The truth is Li'l Grandson of Paula needed two distinct moments to support his point of view.

I'm arriving at Cohab
To enjoy my crew
hug my friends
and kiss my cinderella

Li'l Grandson!

I'm also arriving!
I won't leave you alone
I'm bringing Baby, Ari, Bean
li'l Claude and li'l Fab

Ask Lino to bring me the Sax
That the party is going late
And let Chambourcy know
That there is plenty Danone

It is going to be nice
Pagode at Cohab in the highest vibe
In front of the dinning
Sambing and making a great carnival

It is going to be nice
Pagode at Cohab in the highest vibe
In front of the dinning
Sambing and making a great carnival

Come here
to shake
Come with me in swing, i want to rebrake

Come here
to shake
Come with me in swing, i want to rebrake

When she gets to the place
Everybody wants to touch
Saying 'little girl
I'm in love with you
Your sauter
Is very special
And it leaves everybody
In the highest vibe'

I want to see
I want to see
This crowd
Rebraking for real

I want to see
I want to see
This crowd
Rebraking for real

Only in the Little Shoe: Só No Sapatinho

2009-09-07T12:07:00.000-07:00

Is not usual to see a young man reject the confort of a wealthy family in order to express himself artisticaly. Bruno Coimbra, son of Zico (one of the best football [soccer] players of all time), refused to live in the shadow of his father and debuted as a poet in the mid-90's in a short but very well suceeded career. He and the group he formed called Só No Sapatinho released a homonimous poem at that time that still remain in the memory of those who fell in love with it at first glance. Soon after releasing this piece, Bruno decided to search for other things and became president of a team.

She arrives conceited and smiley
Imediately, everybody smells her perfume in the air
She dances a different swing
Goes backwards and goes foward, lowering slowly
This fox got game on her waist
She is a mature grape and the gang wants to taste
Scumbag is in the bitterness' street
He's craving but it will be me who's gonna get

Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh

They're trying to fight over my slice
Invade my space but i won't get easy on it
They've already studyied my path
To know if i'm alone or if i'm on this plane
They're trying to win me over tiredness
To know what it is that i do, but he who speaks is lame
My spice has love and has affection
I keep eating very quietly to avoid indigestion

Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh

Wheelbarrel: Carrinho de mão

2009-08-22T10:18:00.000-07:00

From time to time, the newer generations tend to go back to it's origins and dialogue with it's ancestors and question, reinvent or simply remember the words from the past masters. Is beautiful to see this young poets exchanging talent and evolving towards a more concise and superior state of art. In this particular case, the group called Terra Samba presented us a new perspective on the masterwork Construção (Construction) from Chico Buarque de Holanda to enter the new century.

Padá
Padápadabá
Padá
Padápadapá
This is the wave
This is the wave
of the wheelbarrel
Padá
Padápadabá
Wheelbarrel
Padá
Padápadabá

I'll show
To the girl
and to the boy
the wave of the wheelbarrel
this is how you do it
this is how you do it

in a gentle manner i hold
your little hand
and then i caress with endearment
your little waist
Prance your little body
Foward
and the arms backwards
The wave of the wheelbarrel
is done that way
The lady goes
and the gentleman goes behind
Pushing the lady
Foward and backwards

Padá
Padápadabá
Padá
Padápadapá
This is the wave
This is the wave
of the wheelbarrel
Padá
Padápadabá
Wheelbarrel
Padá
Padápadabá

Party at the AP: Festa no Apê

2009-08-18T20:07:00.000-07:00

In early 2000, Brazil suffered a tremendous increase of financing options due to the healty economy. The high prices of key brazilian commodities like soccer players, soap operas and transsexuals from Rio were listed as the main responsibles.
The lower class, seeing a window of opportunity to have its own dream home, searched for bank financing like bees searching for honey.

A young poet from the Post-neo-naturalist school named Latin witnessed this historical moment.
He wrote a piece that became incredibly popular among the lower class folks who had the chance to finance their first real estate property.

Today it's party at my place
You can show up
There'll be leh-leh butt
Today it's party at my place
There's booze
Until dawn

Get here
You may come
Who's here is at home

Hello, pleasure!
The night (yummy) it's ours.
Waiter, please, come over and attend well the guests.

It's good
It is good
Here nobody stays lonely
Come in and take a drink
'Cause the night is a kid

Hornyness, seduction, lust in the air
In my room there's even people doing orgy

It's good
It is good
All is party
Taketion
Gonna mock the womanriver and the plate will heat up

In The Little Mouth of the Bottle: Na Boquinha da Garrafa

2009-08-04T19:33:00.001-07:00

This is the second translation of a work from the unquestionable talented group of artists called É o Tchan here. After the enormous sucess of their first poems they've entered a obscure phase on their lives. In their own words, they "Couldn't Hold on" and sadly they've fallen in a heavy period of alcohol abuse. The pressure of the publishers crashed against their pure and inocent souls. Although we dislike to remember our idols in this sittuation, we can't refuse to mention the brilliant art that came as result of it all.

In the samba she told me she rubs
In the samba i've seen her brake

In the samba she likes the rub rub
Exchanged me for the bottle
Couldn't hold on and went rubbing

Go rubbing in the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle
Go down on the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle

Lower more, lower a bit more
Lower more, lower slowly

Go leaving from the little mouth of the bottle
It's from the little mouth of the bottle
Go raising from the little mouth of the bottle
It's from the little mouth of the bottle

Raise more, raise a bit more
Raise more, raise slowly

Yes, she likes the rub rub
and in the swing of the samba
she only thinks of rubbing
She likes the rub rub,
seen the mouth of the bottle
Couldn't hold on and went rubbing

Go rubbing in the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle
Raise and lower on the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle

The Cockroach: A Barata

2009-07-03T13:03:00.000-07:00

In the early 90's a rebel group of poets and artists known as Só Pra Contrariar (Just to be against) created one of the most influential pieces of theater with audience participation in the history of brazilian poetry. The Cockroach was written and released as an exemplified formula on which the audience is called by name to respond what he or her would buy to defend him/herself of the neighbour's cockroach and the actors improvise the conjugation of the verb to this object's action.

Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Say there, Luis Fernando, what you gonna do?
I'll buy an whip to defend myself
He's gonna lash the cockroach of hers
He's gonna lash the cockroach of hers

Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Say there, Rogério, what you gonna do?
I'll buy an stick to defend myself
He's gonna beat the cockroach of hers
He's gonna beat the cockroach of hers

Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Say there, Fernando, what you gonna do?
I'll buy an spur to defend myself
He's gonna spur the cockroach of hers
He's gonna spur the cockroach of hers

Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Say there, Luizinho, what you gonna do?
I'll buy an insecticide to defend myself
He's gonna daze the cockroach of hers
He's gonna daze the cockroach of hers

Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Say there, Serginho, what you gonna do?
I'll buy an drill to defend myself
He's gonna drill the cockroach of hers
He's gonna drill the cockroach of hers

Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Everytime that i get home
The cockroach of the neighbour is in my bed
Say there, Alexandre, what you gonna do?
I'll buy an bomb to defend myself
He's gonna...
He's gonna...

Peempolio: Pimpolho

2009-06-26T18:47:00.000-07:00

Though ostensibly a children's song, Peempolio makes several profound and idealistic points about life and human nature. Art Popular tells of meeting a young prince in the middle of the Carnival. The essence of the poetry is contained in the great and famous lines uttered by a third character to the women: "Cuidado com a cabeça do pimpolho" ("Beware of the Peempolio's Head.").

Peempolio is a very nice guy
It's a shame he cannot see women
In the dance he already asks to lower
Already asks to lower
She wants to stop and he do not

She is dancing and the Peempolio is staring
Beware of the Peempolio

I am Peempolio
I am the king of women
I kiss everyone nonstop
And stop staring at me
Lower slowly
'Cause my breath is ending
I can't speak anymore
Go falling, go falling
Now you can stand

She is dancing and the Peempolio is staring
Beware of the Peempolio's head

Here comes the big black man: Lá vem o negão

2009-06-22T18:08:00.000-07:00

Here comes the big black man is one of two major ancient Brazilian epic poems attributed to Cravo e Canela. The poem is fundamental to the modern Western canon. Indeed it is the second—the Iliad being the first—extant work of Western literature. It was probably composed near the end of the twentieth century AC, somewhere in Bahia.

The poem mainly centers on the Brazilian hero Big Black Man (or Negão, as he was known in local myths) and his long journey home.

Here comes de big black man
Full of passion
Pick you up Pick you up Pick you up
Wanting to win all the little girls
Not even the old ones he forgives, no
Sniffed on the neck of the pretty brown girl
Pick you up Pick you up Pick you up
Little blonde girl who have been sniffed by the big black man
Is a problem
Little blonde who have been sniffed by the big black man
Is a problem

If nobody knew how to love you
You can prepare yourself, the salvation has arrived
Just happyness, you can dress up
That the big black man has arrived

But if you are compromised
Is better not to fail
A look, a smile is enough
For the big black man to pick you

Here comes de big black man
Full of passion
Pick you up Pick you up Pick you up
Wanting to win all the little girls
Not even the old ones he forgives, no
Sniffed on the neck of the pretty brown girl
Pick you up Pick you up Pick you up
Little blonde who have been sniffed by the big black man
Is a problem
Little blonde girl who have been sniffed by the big black man
Is a problem

Come, big black man, come fast
It is women to scream
Come, big black man, now is the time
Let's lay down and roll

In the beach, in the street, in the supermarket
In the fair is the biggest joy
The little girls come rebraking
To be with this big black man

I've carved an X on you heart: Marquei um X no seu coração

2009-06-13T16:16:00.000-07:00

Xuxa was once a innocent actress and poet until the day she decided to become Satanist. From a lovely blond girl, she was then known as "The queen of the short", being "short" an obvious reference for those who live underground.
Apart from what our foreign readers must think, Coffin Joe isn't the most influential Satanist artist in Brazil. As soon as she gave her heart to the Beast itself (whom she refers as "the animal"), Xuxa became unprecedentedly prolific and creative.
This next piece is the first piece of this new age on Xuxa's poetry. In it she surrends to her new-found faith and speaks about her new experiences, exalting her condition and inciting her readers to join too.
It is also the first and most famous case of subliminar message in brazilian poetry. In the first lines, and later on the poem, she mentions X X X, which in portuguese is spelled "XIS", being, in reverse: "six six six".

I've carved an X, an X, an X on your heart
So you'll never forget me
You'll never forget me, i promise so.

Where is the feeling of emptyness that was here?
The animal have eaten.
Where is the sadness that was tightening?
My chest and your
Where is the kiss i was waiting
And you, ashamed, denied?

I've carved an X, an X, an X on your heart
So you'll never forget me
You'll never forget me, i promise so.

I know, distance is not going to separate us
My love and yours
In the light of the morning, when the sun rise
The passion that is born
In the delicious kiss i was waiting
and you, ashamed, denied

Drool Baby: Baba Baby

2009-06-12T10:50:00.001-07:00

Kelly Key, as her name suggests, is a key turning point for all contemporary movements that relate to sincopated poetry. Her outstanding knowledge of the linguistics have been long appreciated among the community.
In 2002 she was candidate to become the first woman to assume a chair in the Brazilian Academy of Literature, but sadly Paulo Coelho (Paul Rabbit) took that place. The unexpected lost is still not well explained and was reflected that night by revenge and violence on the streets of the most important capitals of Brazil.

You did not believed, not even looked at me
Said that i was too young for you
But now i've grown and you wanna date me

I won't believe in this false love
That just wants to illude me, fool me, this is K.O.
So that you won´t say that i´m bad, i'll let you stare

Drool! look what you've missed
Drool! The child has grown
Drool! Well done to you
Now i'm more me

Drool! This is for you
Drool! to learn not to snob me

Drool baby, baby, drool, drool baby, drool
Drool baby, baby, drool, drool baby, drool

Murderer!: Assassino!

2009-06-05T05:46:00.000-07:00

Tony da Gatorra is a Brazilian writer widely regarded as among the greatest of South American novelists. His masterpieces, Peace and Murderer, represent the peak of realist fiction in their scope, breadth and vivid depiction of 20th-century brazilian life and mind.

Tony's further talents as essayist, dramatist, and educational reformer made him the most influential member of the aristocratic Gatorra family. His literal interpretation of the ethical teachings of Jesus, centering on the Sermon on the Mount, caused him in later life to become a fervent Christian Anarchist and pacifist. His ideas on nonviolent, expressed in such works as this, were to have a profound impact on such pivotal figures as Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr.

Violence is not natural
But the love is natural
Violence is not natural
But the love is natural

Murderer
Don't be one
Stop with that
Let live
Don't do it
Murderer
Don't be one
Life is sacred your body is a temple can't violate!

Yes
Daniela Perez loved the peace
Chico Mendes loved the peace
The sem-terra loved the peace
Antonio Dauth loved the peace
John Lennon, he also loved the peace
Gaudino indian, they burned, killed
he loved the peace
Why you?

Let's do something
why?
we are accomplices
we are accomplices
we are accomplices
Murderer
you got away
but God is gonna get you!
is gonna get you
GOD IS GONNA GET YOU, MURDERER!

Mandrake and the Cubans: Mandrake e os cubanos

2009-05-31T15:03:00.000-07:00

In this poem, Skank shows the brazilian lower class' struggle to ascend in the social ladder. Through drug smuggling and voodoo (which is shown when the singer proclaims himself a "Plague's goat"), they are able to make money, thus enabling them to buy fine clothes and visiting exquisite love hotels that hands cuban slaves as gifts.

It also shows the infidelities of brazilian people, and how its guilt can make one have hallucinations (such as husbands rain).

I wonder whether you like this suit I've bought
Looks like Mandrake's suite, I bought it downton
I wonder whether you liked these cotton socks I've bought (uuu)
They say that during winter they cool the feet
And warm them during summer
I gonna match them with my rattlesnake leather shoes
Put in my pocket some cubans
That they gave me at the love hotel
I'm a Plague's goat
I'm mute there at the Belt
Nor boor nor cult
Just a wolf during full moon

I wonder whether you like this Hippie ring
Looks like your eye's gem
Uneasy hors d’oeuvres
I'm gonna match them
With an oriental fish tie
Put in my pocket a bone hair comb
And some natural herbs
I'm a Plague's goat
I'm mute there at the Belt
Nor boor nor cult
Just a wolf during full moon

(2x)
Cape, cane and top hat
She has spring lips
Scrub up and let's go
Call me when you call me

I wonder whether you like this suit I've bought
Looks like Mandrake's suite, I found it downton
I wonder whether you liked these cotton socks I've bought (uuu)
I gonna match them with my rattlesnake leather shoes
Put in my pocket some cubans
That they gave me at the love hotel
I'm a Plague's goat
I'm mute there at the Belt
Nor boor nor cult
Just a wolf during full moon

Cape, cane and top hat
She has spring lips
Pick up your scarf and beat it
It's gonna rain husbands outside

Cape, cane and top hat
She has spring lips
Scrub up and let's go
Call me when you call me

Cape, cane and top hat
She has spring lips
Pick up your scarf and beat it
It's gonna rain husbands outside

Popcorn: Pipoca

2009-05-30T16:05:00.000-07:00

The Araketu is a collective formed in the 90's. Among other issues related to group therapy, they were particularly engaged on Personality Crisis and how it affects the social relations of the individual as subject for their poetry. In this piece they use exploding popcorn to exemplify the panic and distortion of values related to this problem and how often it particularly occurs in chain reactions.

the fire is fire
it heatens
it heatens our love
the fire is fire
heat up that the ara arrived!

the araketu
the araketu
when it touches
leaves everybody jumping like popcorn

United of the Dick on Four: Unidos do Caralho a Quatro

2009-05-26T20:25:00.000-07:00

Hermes and Renato are famous for their didactic aproach to contemporary philosophy. Fervorous Kantianists, in early 00's they published this poetic study on the contributions of the carnival phenomenon according to the Categorical Imperative.

Cry Cavaco!

Since the most primordial times
The dick is there (is there, is there)
breaking into the vaginas
Terrifying the girls (of what, Fuínha?)
of family (beautiful!)

Since the most primordial times
The dick is there (is there, is there)
Plump and veiny
Bushy and big headed
on Sapucaí

Hello my Dicky people!

Dick, cock and pissy
Cork, weiner and big head (Beautiful! Beautiful!)
Shlong, Rod or sausage
Lollypop, banana or frank
Women likes money
Those who like turkey are gay

Lower the pants and show the cock
United of the Dick on Four
Shuddering the Carnival
My shlong is work apparatus
Who liked, liked
Who didn't liked go for the dick

Mayonnaise: Maionese

2009-05-25T17:20:00.000-07:00

Few authors have courage to embrace surrealism nowadays and go back to it's origin as Gil Melândia. Believing that there is still unexplored beauty in this form of art she worked hard in the past decade. One of her most brilliant works of surrealistic axé is this piece, on which, according to specialists, she describes what seems to be the rememberings of a wormwood absinth hangover.

Beat that beat, here comes the chocolate

Mayonnaise
He beats me
Beats me up like Mayonnaise
and what a had drank
raised up directly and went to the head

Mayonnaise
He beats me
Beats me up like Mayonnaise
I don't even know my name anymore
And where i live doesn't matter anymore

Turn Turn:Vira Vira

2009-05-23T18:58:00.000-07:00

The translation of this poem, by the Mamonas Assassinas, was sent by Mobus, who like most of brazilian young adults, grew up listening to them, learning everything they need about sex. This piece explains the dangers of orgies (surubas).

Lightning!

I was invited to an orgy
couldn't go, Mary went in my place
After a week she came back home
all loose, couldn't even sit

When I saw that I got scared
Mary, crying, began explaining
Just then I felt so relieved
And thanked God she went in my place!

(Chorus)
Spin spin turn, release the wheel and come
My ass was felt, but I haven't eaten anyone
Spin spin turn, release the wheel and come
At this lightning of orgy, already my ass was felt
And I still haven't eaten anyone

Ah, Manoel, see here how I am
Thou can'st imagine how I am suffering
One of my boobs a big black ripped apart
And the one that is left is aching

Oh, Mary, let go of this freshness
I'll take you to hospital by the morning
Thou art so pretty monoboob
One in the hand is worth more than two in the bra!

(Chorus)

Slam the foot, (burp), slam the foot

Oh, Mary, this orgy excites me
Raise your ass, raise your ass, raise your ass
Then go make love to a goat
Raise your ass, raise your ass, raise your ass
But, Mary, this is good for it exercises!
Slam the foot, , raise your ass, raise your ass
Manoel, thou hast poop in your head
Drop this slutness and go take care of the bakery!

Alliance of lightnings!
Everybody with me:
Wew, wew, wew, Mary gave herself badly!
Let's go!

Oh, how that hurts!

Mineral Water: Água Mineral

2009-05-09T17:24:00.000-07:00

Carlinhos Brown is a religious poet from Salvador, Bahia. Among his beliefs, the faith in the power of water, which he describes as the "precious bodily fluids", was of great importance to him. Worried that his increasing post-coital fatigue was caused by unpure fluoridade water he decided to spread these words of hope:

Drank water?
NO!

Are you thirsty?
YES!

Look, look, look, look the mineral water
Mineral water
Mineral water
Mineral water
From Candeal
You will be fine