Minha Historia

He showed up without saying much, didn’t talk too much
But he liked it, smelled like the sea, and talked about the ocean
A blue tattoo on each arm and a gold tooth in his grin
Were the reasons she fell for him, head over heels

Not long after, he left, no one knew where he went
And in my mother’s eyes, she started to mix sea and horizon
She waited for him, standing still, on the dock
Cruel forgetfulness and that old dress getting shorter every day

When I was finally born, she wrapped me up in a blanket
Dressed me up and adorned me like I was some kind of saint
And since she didn’t know any better, the poor woman
Sang me lullabies of cabaret songs

It didn’t take long for the word to spread around the neighborhood that, in that crib
Something more than just a simple child was sleeping and growing
I never knew if it was irony or if it was love
But she decided my name would be that of Our Lord

This story and my feared name are waiting for me
When I go from dive to dive, fighting and singing
All the lowlifes, all my drinking buddies and crossbearers
Know me well and call me the Little Jesus