”na cidade sangue quente
na cidade maravilha mutante
rio 40 graus
cidade maravilha
purgatório da beleza e do caos”
(Fausto Fawcett)
The words be writ so slow
Inking away through the scorching heat
They say global warming is to blame
Who knows? over Rio it's business as usual
Follow the lines, stay in place
Windy gusts or the breath of fire
An exterminating angel's decree
forbade running out of reach
That's why we melt
and chill...
No one's going anywhere
Weather changing – more of the same
You choice: whine and fight
or the sweet embrace
It be fine to live oh so slow
As long as the ink is running
Who cares about otherworldly questions?
This heat is Rio's business card
Draw the lines and follow the path
Embrace the steamy summer breeze
The city blessed by Lucifer
condemned to seaside marasmo
What choice is there
other than to chill?
[ . flávio . . / 12-jan-2007 13h11min ]
