Carta de Amor

I have Zumbi, Besouro
The chief of the Tupis
I am Tupinambá
I have the erês, caboclo, cowboy
Healing hands, morubixabas, headdresses, blowpipes
Healing herbs, arrows, and altars
The speed of light, the darkness of the dark forest
The pitch, the silence, the wait

I have Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
And all the shamans by my side
The child God plays and sleeps in my dreams
The poet told me

Don't mess with me
I don't walk alone
I don't walk alone
I don't walk alone
Don't mess, no

I don't mix, I don't bend
The Queen of the Sea walks hand in hand with me
And teaches me the dance of the waves
And sings, sings, sings, sings to me
It's from Oxum's gold that the armor covering my body is made
It secures my blood and my throat
The poison of evil finds no way
In my heart, Mary lights her light
And shows me the way

I disappear in the wind
I ride on the lightning of Iansã
I spin the world, turn, overturn
I'm in Recôncavo, I'm in Fez
I fly among the stars, play at being one
I trace the Southern Cross
With the torch of João Menino's bonfire
I pray with the Three Marys
I go further
I gather in the splendor of the nebulae
I rest in valleys, mountains
I sleep in Ogum's forge
I dive into the heat of volcano lava
Living body of Xangô

I don't walk in the dark, nor in the darkness
I don't walk in the dark, nor in the darkness
It's where I go that the saint leads me
It's where I go that the saint leads me

I don't walk in the dark, nor in the darkness
I don't walk in the dark, nor in the darkness
It's where I go that the saint leads me
It's where I go that the saint leads me

Fear doesn't reach me
In the desert I find myself
I make the snake bite its tail
The scorpion turns into a firefly
My feet receive balms
Soft ointments from Mary's hands
Sister of Martha and Lazarus
In the oasis of Bethany

Thought I walk alone?
Pay attention to time
It doesn't start, it doesn't end, it's never, it's always
It's time to notice the noble copper balance that the King balances
He strikes the unjust
And leaves justice naked

I don't taste your gall
I don't step on your ground
And wherever you go, don't take my name, no
And wherever you go, don't take my name, no

I don't taste your gall
I don't step on your ground
And wherever you go, don't take my name, no
And wherever you go, don't take my name, no

Where are you going, brave one?
You dried up
Your sleepless eyes dried up
They don't see the grass sprout
That grows free and green, far from your blindness
Your ears closed to all sound, any music
Neither good nor evil think of you
No one chooses you
You step on the earth, but don't feel it, just step
Just wander over the planet
And don't even hear the keys of your piano
You're so withered that not even the devil covets you
You have no soul
You are the hollow, of the hollow, of the hollow, of the endless world

What is yours is already stored
It's not me who will give it to you
It's not me who will give it to you
It's not me who will give it to you

What is yours is already stored
It's not me who will give it to you
It's not me who will give it to you
It's not me

I can swallow you
Just to spit out later
My hunger is matter that you can't reach
From the breast milk of my mother
To the endless verses, verses, verses
That sprout from the poet in all poetry under the Moon's light
That lies in the palm of Caymmi's inspiration

When I cry, if I cry
It's to water the grass that feeds life
Crying I rebuild the springs that you dried up
If I desire
My desire raises tides of salt and sorcery
I walk facing the wind, in the rain, and want to get wet

The rosary of Fatima and Gandhi's cord cross my chest
I'm like the thin stem
Any breeze bends
No sword cuts

Don't mess with me
I don't walk alone
I don't walk alone
I don't walk alone
Don't mess, no