Samba-enredo 2026 - Ponciá Evaristo, Flor do Mulungu
G.R.E.S. Império Serrano (RJ)
Samba-Enredo 2026 - Ponciá Evaristo, Flower of Mulungu
It's me, the Flower of Mulungu
Eyes shining like water!
Orayeyê! It's from Mama Oxum!
I am Ponciá, the Blessed
Devoted to the words
And to the power of the ancestors
If times ago
Voices echoed from the basement
Today I rewrite history
Poetry awakening in black hands
In the alleys of my memory
My words are gold from the riverbed
My verse is crafted like clay
For the Kings' Festival, I call grandpa and uncle
At the Kings' Festival, I’m living on a thread
Oh lê lê, here comes the beat, let the congada begin
Angorô, turn into a boy! Angorô, I won’t turn!
It’s not easy to rise in this contrast
Benevuto, the wickedness doesn’t want to see me smile
In the refuge of these alleys and streets
Hand in hand with Sabela
I just want to be happy
The River that welcomed me also taught me to bloom
I saw many faces from there in the black faces of the people here
I’m the one giving voice to the pen that silences the gun
I become immortal in the Book of Brazil
Malungo! May Black-Star be recognized
Without the cry of a future interrupted
For all black folks, let’s write!
We agreed not to die!
We agreed not to die!
I called Maria, the old black jongueira
Grandma Joana, to bless Madureira
I sought Ivone to ease this longing
The black is the root of freedom!
It’s Kizomba of black literature!
It’s writing without censorship in the Empire blooming!
A Black House is also an Academy
Serrinha, ponciá Yalodê!