Mon Nom
Rodrigo Amarante
My Name
I am the stranger
And it can be seen
I don't speak
Quite like you
I come from the flowerbed
Where the eggplants
Violate each other at dawn
They are like me
All terrified
We have been
Transplanted without our roots
Since our radicals
Are all soft
All its fruits
Touch the ground
I am the stranger
Like the water of your river
And like the rhythm
That your daughter dances
They call me the brown one
Because of my hands
That are always black
I find it beautiful
But my name is Bruno
In the image of my father
Following a blind wave
That brings back from my ancestors
The hidden meaning behind my name
All terrified
We have been
Transplanted without our roots
Since our radicals
Are all soft
All its fruits
Touch the ground
