Chaos

Get out
Of my skin
Crawling
Young cockroach
Disgusting

Get out
Of my head
Of my body
Repulsive
Get Out

Take the scent out of my hair
and wash my body with the ocean
and the rotten flowers of Iemanjá.

You don't deserve me as much as I don't deserve you.

I lay naked, silent
With no home
Shaking my legs,
My hips
Waiting for a touch
To animate me
Like a little puppy
That you promised to rescue.

Oh, how foolish can I be?
Pretending to believe that you could have saved me....
Oh Baby.

I whisper
As if the night could get away
And the Moon could become the Sun
With no effort and no love.

Oh Baby,
As you suck all the life
and all the energy away from me.
Yes Baby.

Dirty, grimy Copacabana awaits us
Let’s stroll down the boulevard
Mingle with the cheap prostitutes and angry pimps
Let’s pretend this city is more than a piss fest
Because if I shut my eyes tight enough
You are not just a gringo
Who is trying to get into my pants,
And I am not just a girl
Looking for cheap romance.

And this
is more than a city
This
is my home.

This is where
the beach meets the slums
the soul meets the drums

This is Elza Soares. Gal Costa. Seu Jorge.

This
is rhythm
a heartbeat
Tum Tum
Tum Tum
Tum Tum
Baticatumbala
Baticatumbalaibe
Baticatumbatimba.

This city is Mautner. Cazuza. Gilberto Gil.

With his arms open
Waiving to Cristo Redentor
Waiting for me to embrace him.

This city is perfection
With all its flaws

This city is chaos.
This city is chaos.
This city is chaos.

But I rather
be lost.

Hear Me Out

Your tongue pushes itself against mine,
thick lips block my passage and
we smile, like
two young cats in love…

You speak my lengua
So I listen.
Words flying in like heavy spirits to my ears.

You talk to me in dreams
And
before I can even remember the path that has led me to this place
I think of you
And find an escape.

Solitude has nothing on this moment
Alienation is merely an illusion
Compared to the language you have taught me.

If only this country spoke with the same conviction as you
If only this world understood you like I do.

And in my life it's always been a question
Of where
Or rather
What to become

And even though I have no home,
In you
I find my own tongue.