Intro

We are clay from the divine mangrove
Sweat and blood
Flesh and agony
Warm blood, cold night
Matter is slave to the free being
The question is not if we are alive
It's who lives
Captains of sand fear nothing
And at this point of the plot
The White Wing dances in the Black Swan's lake
Blacks in suits without being at work
My blacks in suits at parties that are not funerals
My end is painful
Young trapped in an old spirit
Coward, I throw myself into the sea
Yemanja's aquarium
The sun rises in Rio Vermelho
I look at myself in the drunken mirror
Back to the center
Poetry dwells in the drink
I observe the damage of silence
Bohemia in its damn vice
I stopped at the edge of the last pack
Last embrace
My imagination, my asylum
Knowing that better than feeling the kiss
Is the sensation before feeling it
I felt Exu
I became Exu
This is the universe in its last nap