Caracajus

The fruit on your lips
The soul coming out through the mouth
The lips of your calm fruit
Spilling in syrup
The pulp

I touch very slowly
Touches of the craziest dreams
Sweet the spilled juice of this mill
Never teeth dripping
In pleasure

Fire in the boiler
Of the factory
Fire in the boiler
Juices and molasses
Caracajus
Caracajus
Caracajus

Maracatus of glassy beats
Two alleys that intersect
Tricks of love and its bonfires
Who caresses the fire
The cold drowns in flame
Wave of heat surfs
In the waves of love

Candle flame shaman veiling
And the boat sails in seas of me
This is my beach
Skirt in the wind I wait
Shepherd

From a dune I see the good canoe
I smell that comes from you
And from you it comes
Now throw your anchor
Barbarian
Like a piercing in my chest
Like a harpoon spear

I am in such a port way
And you so close, ship
Throw the anchor and camp
Sow in my fields
Your seeds
Water with sweat and pleasure
The new clearing on my lips
Wise of your kisses
Thirsty
Dry from your rain
Obsequious

Fire in the boiler
Of the factory
Fire in the boiler
Juices and molasses
Caracajus
Caracajus
Caracajus

I am in a fertile period of you
Come with me maruja
The murmurs flood my eyes
And what I see grows
Fills my village
Where I am already foreign land
To intuit and sing
Songs of receiving
And giving

Fire in the boiler
Of the factory
Fire in the boiler
Juices and molasses
Caracajus
Caracajus
Caracajus