Tropicália Digital

The sun and the salt shaped us as such
Bearers of the standard of tropical culture
Brazilian roots, universal heart
Naive music, light weight, digital
Comes from the exuberance of Tijuca massif
Amalgam in a people who sample and drum
Entering the 21st century in flip-flops
Aiming to question common sense
Each to their own, each monkey on its branch
Collective unity, a supportive way of life
Mutatis Mutandis, the guys are flying
After the shower, I stay here musing
About life, about death, about the red balance
The depths of space, and who I see in the mirror
No metaphor will explain

What kind of animal are you

You have to have concept, resources, and skill
Dinosaur carcass and seagull dexterity
Without Tandera's eye, maintaining humility
What burns heals, but not everything that heals burns
Better late than never
Everything has its time in the march of humanity
ATM, tectonic plate
I'm catatonic with the philharmonic orchestra
Tsunami, Jabulani, silicone and Rivotril
Wikileaks, trimilique, spinning top downhill
Including the archipelagos of the South Atlantic
It's all wonder of this blue aquarium
And as simple instruments of a sublime command
The rest of the poem we will say by playing