Barroco

I’m spinning in my room
Staring at the vaulted ceiling
Right in the center of a palace
With ten thousand nobles on my tail
I see Brazilian gold
The earthquake in Lisbon
The Spaniards dreaming of the world
The Jesuits on my trail

In the chiaroscuro
That’s when she sees me
And says:
"Get out of there, come to me
Paradise is right here"
I, torn, say:
"If I have to read everything about the Baroque
What time will be left for my girl?"

Jerusalem has been freed
Count Orgaz kicked the bucket
The saints rise through the air
Saint Teresa on my trail
I see hair in the portrait
A movement sweeps me away
It’s Peter the Great on his horse
Three hundred friars on my tail

In the chiaroscuro
That’s when she sees me
And says:
"Get out of there, come to me
Paradise is right here"
I, torn, say:
"If I have to read everything about the Baroque
What time will be left for my girl?"

I have gardens all around me
The people far away, beyond the bars
But the Dutch who cursed me
And the shadows on my trail
I’m violent and in love
Absolute and disturbed
There are echoes in the room
Of someone furious on my trail

In the chiaroscuro
That’s when she sees me
And says:
"Get out of there, come to me
Paradise is right here"
I, torn, say:
"If I have to read everything about the Baroque
What time will be left for my girl?"