39

As much as I have lived
which is far more than 39 years
as much as I've loved
which is far more than I can count

As many friends I have
they are very few
so I can love them all
yet it really all comes down to just one thing
Brazil

Everything I've written
is mostly bad
all the places I've been to
I can never wait to go back

All the rum and tequila
the spicy peppers
the rush of shrooms
the lounge high of Acapulco Golden
or a night at "El Baby"
are still no match

As much as I love that Eagle and that serpent
and the stars and stripes on my two birth flags
the one I've held with tears and sweat
is black and red
like my blood
like my heart
Por Sempre Mengao

For nothing, absolutely nothing
makes my blood boil
like "Samba de Enredo"
in the Boa Viagem Carnaval
at 2am

Dancing, groping, kissing
chasing, hiding, laughing
screaming and silently
and slowly melting
my hands on the cinnamon skin
drunk in the hazel eyes
of the ocean salt covered affairs
in the middle of the crowd

The percussion ensemble
is the Amazonic jungle roar
it's alive
it's an engine
in mathematical fuck rhythms

The classic Fla-Flu soccer match
at the Maracana
Vinicius and the girl from Ipanema
is more than heaven or hell could ever be
Therefore, when I die
all I want is Samba
and a wet, Maracuja laced kiss
Wherever I go, I will make a triumphant entry
dancing, one step at a time
39 so far
and Jesus, what a ride...