Haipucú

Haipucú alone, thinking about life
Gathering wild fruit with honey and spice

Collecting ripe figs and leafy greens
Plants from the rosebush, palm, and wild beans

Men of the fruit were born
In the land of corn
Ancient peoples with fruitful ways
Friendly folks from the dawn of days

In nine moonlit nights, tapuios were born
A mix of fruits with wild thorns

Their children will rise by the riverside
The woman’s a papaya, the man’s a genipap

Haipucú
Thinking about life.