Pela Íris do Olhar

Do you know where I come from?
I come from the hills, from the Engenho
From the jungles, from the coffee fields
From the good land of coconuts
From the shack where one is too little
Two is good, three is too much

I come from the silky beaches
From the towering mountains
From the plains, from the rubber tree
From the rough banks of the rivers
From the wild green seas
From my homeland

No matter how many lands I roam
God forbid I die
Without returning there

I come from my land
From the white house on the hill
And from the moonlight of my backcountry

I left behind my plot
My lime, my lime tree
My jacaranda tree
My little house
Up on the hilltop
Where the thrush sings

Do you know where I come from?
It's from a homeland I have
In the heart of my guitar
That living in my chest
Has even taken shape
Of a huge heart

I come from the most beautiful green
From the most golden yellow
From the bluest light
Full of silver stars
That kneel in awe
Making the sign of the Cross

No matter how many lands I roam
God forbid I die
Without returning there

The wandering soul knows how to savor the flavors of where it is
Knows how to laugh, sleep, and wake up
But knows, it can't help but know, that it comes from another place

It's stamped in the mirror whenever you look at your own face
Someone will always find a way to remind you
You don't belong here!
Where do you come from?
You can dress like one of them and eat what they eat
But every day someone notices
It slips through the iris of your eyes
You can see it, you’re not from here

What makes you endure this journey of always searching for your place
Well, it’s the joy found on the road
The collective hope of arriving
The fathers, the mothers, the brothers, so many brothers found along the way
Each has a color, a different story
But they all leak through the iris of the gaze the same secret
I’m not from here!

Walking is playing with God
Movement is expanding the being
It’s discovering that the backyard of your house is bigger than you thought
It’s finding home everywhere
And realizing that of all of God’s virtues
The most curious is that He knows how to speak any language