NO MEIO DESSAS BANANAS
Meanwhile in 1978... a piece of tropical black melancholia ... with hoarse bowels between hymns and chicanas, between teeth, between fingers... NO MEIO DESSAS BANANAS and with centuries of waiting..
That's where the cut lives
That's where one of the most beautiful melodies ever written/sung lives.
My muscles are few to this network of intrigues.
That's where the cut lives
That's where one of the most beautiful melodies ever written/sung lives.
My muscles are few to this network of intrigues.
I've got hoarse bowels in a rosary of roundworms
NO MEIO DESSAS BANANAS
OS MEUS ÓDIOS E OS MEUS MEDOS
AFRO-BARKS
AFRO-BARKS
TENHO SÉCULOS DE ESPERA
NAS CONTAS DAS MINHAS COSTELAS
Between hymns and chicanas / between teeth, between fingers.
NO MEIO DESSAS BANANAS
OS MEUS ÓDIOS E OS MEUS MEDOS
SO WHAT?
AND? E DAÍ?
I can hear it 500 times and get the same goosebumps. Morning.
I can hear it 500 times and get the same goosebumps. Morning.
Labels: 1978, afro-latidos, club da esquina 2, e daí? milton nascinemento, rui guerra, tropical melancholia
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