Samuel Mira

In the middle of the rain, that's where I saw you
That's where I heard you, that's where I saw you
In the middle of the rain, that's where I saw you
That's where I heard you, that's where I saw you

The rain in Chelas marked the symbolic day
Falling waters gave a symphonic festival
Between the sun and the rain that made their imbroglio
I met you melancholic, with an unusual gaze

I couldn't stay quiet while you barely spoke
You were of many looks and few words
Trapped in silence like the poet on the beach
You only felt free among Tim Maia's vinyl records

Among the subtle songs of Billie Holiday
Among the sad Soul matrix of Marvin Gaye
I saw you germinating morning ideas
And turning them into dream and celestial melodies

Melodies of messianic representation
That levitated the people like shamanic meditation
Sinatra, you left everyone stunned
When you signed the style, setting traps with syllables

I remember when your world faltered
That dawn when Snake died
You were never one to externalize what you have inside
You were never one to disclose the suffering

So many people wanting to know how you were
You would answer, always saying you were fine
But I noticed how you were wasting away
And I saw that anguish grow, making you a captive

In your eyes I saw you dark, amorphous
I saw you fragile, disheartened, morbid
Life took your gentle side
Today I know what it is to lose someone so close

I know well those days of darkness
The collision between pain and loneliness
I know well those days chaos summons
I know well those days of Johnny Walker

Life became deadly
But you knew how to make your music a trench
It was from that pain that the best beats came out
From that pain came the most poignant rhymes

Rhymes of passion and detachment
Rhymes of a man living in unrest
That's why so many relationships attempted
So many women, so many failed relationships

Few understand that heterogeneous spirit
Few understand the restlessness of a genius
Restlessness of a meticulous being
Detail that left you with that monstrous status

MCs between spotlights and ladies
Dazzled, intoxicated with 15 minutes of fame
Lose resistance when barriers come
They don't know what skills make a career

Today inflamed like a pharaoh
Tomorrow they will be shadows, ashes, dust
Batch of MCs living for nothing today
Lost, they should study, inhale your journey

20 years of devotion
20 years of effort, struggle, and determination
20 years of faith, resistance, and persistence
20 years of precision, rigor, and excellence

See them fascinated with the execution
See them contemplating every unfolding instrumental
And the seduction of the verses in your delivery
A thousand thank yous, brother, for all your work

In the middle of the rain, that's where I saw you
That's where I heard you, that's where I saw you