Um Índio

An Indian will descend from a bright colorful star
From a star that will come at a stunning speed
And will land in the heart of America in a clear moment
After the last indigenous nation has been exterminated
And the spirit of birds, springs, clear water
More advanced than the most advanced of technologies
Will come, fearless like Muhammed Ali
Will come, as I saw, passionately like Peri
Will come, as I saw, calm and infallible like Bruce Lee
Will come, as I saw, the axé of the afoxé Sons of Gandhi
Will come
An Indian preserved in full physical form
In every solid, every gas, and every liquid
In atoms, words, soul, color, gesture, smell, shadow, light, sound, magnificent
At an equidistant point between the Atlantic and the Pacific
From the object yes, resplendent, the Indian will descend
And the things that I know he will say, do, I cannot say
So, explicitly

Will come, fearless like Muhammed Ali
Will come, as I saw, passionately like Peri
Will come, as I saw, calm and infallible like Bruce Lee
Will come, as I saw, the axé of the afoxé Sons of Gandhi
Will come
And what will be revealed to the peoples at that moment
Will surprise everyone not for being exotic
But for the fact that it could have always been hidden when it will have been obvious