Eu começo minha semana assim, na fé que Èşù corre comigo, trazendo respostas e caminhos abertos, Èşù anda por esse mundo e nos traz vida, saúde e prosperidade, tirando os inimigos e a falsidade de nossos caminhos, Èşù me guia e me guarda, nunca ando só pois sei que Èşù está comigo! Larò Yè! ❤ #ilêaséibádanaràká🌈 #laroye #exu #mojuba #candomble #africa #esú #esu #eshu (em Ilê Asé Ibá Dan Aràká) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5SI4PNnt2c/?igshid=1fqfh3rr3nd3f
I feel as if the gods are afraid of me
Afraid of me
Half man, half god,
and both are afraid of me
I feel as if the world is afraid of me
Afraid of me
Half man, half god,
and both are afraid of me (x2)
I compose so I won’t decompose
Cursed poet skilled in the art of Arthur Rimbaud
Bartender, bring another shot please
Because I am
Between the axes of Assis¹ and Xangô²
Bohemian sonnet, poetry, melancholy
I came from a time when poets still made poetry
Saravá!³
Ossanha’s⁴ song has been killing me
And “quem canta os males espanta” ⁵
is not working anymore,
here
You can hear the thunder’s beat
Thor and his hammer, George and his dragon⁶
Ciranda⁷ in the sky, drum rave
The gods wanted to cry out of love (x2)
I feel as if the gods are afraid of me
Afraid of me
Half man, half god,
and both are afraid of me
I feel as if the world is afraid of me
Afraid of me
Half man, half god,
and both are afraid of me (x2)
The gods are vagrant poets
They rest on the island of the line of the stroke,
your pen in heat,
has a soft touch
They curve within the structure of a hug’s [curative power]
But me: I am poetry, tobacco and wine
Dionysus and Bacchus alone
In the same space
Horus out of his nest
I open your road
I am the song of the world
And in this corner of the world I remake myself
Dance with the muses among the groves and the vineyards
because in this Sertão Veredas⁸,
to feel is a deep ocean
In it I sink to the bottom
Unsatisfied with the size of the world
Which is why the paper got too small
I write on walls,
on bodies of the rabble, on skin,
on the tenuous line of the epidermis of the calm soul,
on the curved lines of Venus’ thighs
At least, my destiny is not on a star, chaste
Enough, enough
Astrologers, diverse dialogues
Immersed within complex meaning that consumes us
Pain disappears when you realise the gods envy men
The world is fruit of our imagination
Are we then gods or their creation? (x2)
¹ . One of – if not the – most influential writers in Brazilian literature, he became famous under the name “Machado de Assis”, ’machado’ means ‘axe’ in Portuguese.
² . Xangô (Shango) wields a double-edged axe.
³ . Saravá is a commonly used salutation/interjection in Brazil, especially among those involved in the culture of afro-brazilian religions.
⁴ . [x]
⁵ . A common saying which translates to ‘if you sing, you’ll scare away evil’.
⁶ . Saint George is a very popular saint in Brazil, both among catholics and practitioners of Umbanda.
⁷ . A traditional brazilian folkloric dance.
⁸ . A reference to the famous and honestly, really difficult to translate properly literary work “Grande Sertão: Veredas“ [x]
