O Artista

I walk with large steps
I see myself in this reflection that is like a mirror
The lights behind make everything so dramatic
Dramaturgies are located throughout the theater
It's inexplicable, it's kind of magical
Intelligent when I want to be

Sometimes it is
Sometimes it's good not to be so smart to know yourself
Poems are poems sometimes without understanding
I'm not saying I'm a poet like Shakespeare
My face is on all the posters

In this city the water puddles are deep, sink or swim
Sometimes
Sometimes it moves the pieces and checkmate
Sometimes I am the cavalry of my trinity
Posters on this road far from the genius of Chiquinha Gonzaga
Mom, I don't want to be like the others
I'm Villa-Lobos, I'm all of Brazil

Of flesh and bone
Of flesh and bone
Of flesh and bone
Of flesh and bone