Reconvexo

I am the rain that throws the sand of the Sahara
Over the cars of Rome
I am the mermaid that dances
The fearless Iara
Water and leaf of the Amazon
I am the shadow of the voice of the matriarch of Black Rome
You can't catch me
You don't even get to see me
My sound blinds you, square, who are you?
Who didn't feel the swing of Henri Salvador
Who didn't follow Olodum shaking Pelô
And who didn't laugh at Andy Warhol's laughter
Who didn't, who didn't and didn't even say no

I am a strong African American
With a gold earring in my ear
I am the flower of the first music
The oldest
The newest sword and its cut
I am the smell of desperate books
I am Gitá Gogóia
Your eye looks at me but can't reach me
I have no choice, square, I will discard
Who didn't pray the novena of Dona Canô
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not Recôncavo and can't be reconvexo