Delírio Carioca

In the river: sea
I hear Newton whistling
A Gershwin tune from Clara Nunes
That vibrates like a flute
The tunnels

A speck in the blue eye of the lagoon:
All alone
Macunaíma rides a paddle boat

At the river party
Porgy and Bess
They’re scamming another Argentine tourist
And the beer is crisp in the clear blue
And coming in on a plane is a big Jobim
And the rain is arrows in São Sebastião...

The pink clave of the morning hits a balloon
Maravimentirosa:

You can catch alligators in the dragnet