Rio de Janeiro

Rio de Janeiro
Your scent, your spice
Is the blue of the sea
Your coral gaze
The lively saltwater spread
On your body of light
This power that God gave
When Rio laments
A wave crashes
Sensual
And brings from there
A mermaid
Free from the web of nets to enchant
And comes on a seahorse to reign over the waters
The shine of the breeze dress on the altar
Yoruba of Iemanjá
Iemanjá in the sea

Rio de Janeiro, the poet came in a sailboat to tell you
That the local sees
The entire Atlantic forest in the palm of a coconut tree
Sunny
This is the people who dance in the streets
And the tourist who steps onto the local scene
Wants to become
Tan
And a cousin of Ogum, godchild of orixá
Gambles in the light shade of a flamboyant tree
On blue afternoons prays in Maracanã
The prayer of football
And the goal is the Sun
The Sun