Um Índio

An Indian will descend from a star
Colorful and bright
From a star that will come
At a staggering speed
And will land in the heart
Of the southern hemisphere
In America, in a clear instant
After the last indigenous nation has been exterminated
And the spirit of the birds
From the sources of clear water
More advanced than the most advanced
Of the most advanced technologies

He will come
Fearless, like Muhammad Ali
He will come, as I saw
Passionately like Peri
He will come, as I saw
Calm and infallible like Bruce Lee
He will come, as I saw
The axé of the afoxé, children of Gandhi
He will come

An Indian preserved
In full physical form
In all solid, all gas
And all liquid

In atoms, words, soul, color
In gesture, in smell, in shadow, in light
In sound
At an equidistant point
Between the Atlantic and the Pacific
From the resplendent object
The Indian will descend
If the things I know he will say
Will make, I can't say like this
In an explicit way

He will come
Fearless, like Muhammad Ali
He will come, as I saw
Passionately like Peri
He will come, as I saw
Calm and infallible like Bruce Lee
He will come, as I saw
The axé of the afoxé, children of Gandhi
He will come

And what will be revealed at that moment
Will surprise the peoples
It will surprise everyone
Not for being exotic
But for the fact that it could
Have always been hidden
When it will have been obvious