Amoras

Just look, just look, just look, just look
But how the childish thinking fascinates
To envy, it's pure, like Obatalá
We cry when born, want to get away from Alla
Even if the iris brings the most crystalline light
Between blackberries and the little one I say:
The black ones are the best there is
Sweet, my favorites shine in the orchard
And I notice the girl's eyes light up
Luther King would cry
Zumbi would say nothing was in vain
And even Malcolm X would tell someone
That the sweetness of the little fruits, a soothing flavor
Made the lonely child reach the conclusion
Daddy how nice, because I'm black too