Fire and Passion: Fogo e Paixão

Wando is known as the brazilian Jim Morrison. In 1979 he has drowned in a tub of panties and never came back. He is one of the many fathers of constructivist poetry and also known as the father of the contemporary poetry, for biological reasons. We present you Fire and Passion, the apex of his most symbolic phase.

you are light

you are ray, star and moonshine

sunny morning

my iaiá my yo-yo

you are my yes

and never my no

when, so crazy, kiss me on the mouth and love me on the floor

Dirt me with carmin

put me honey on the mouth,

crazy in love, call me sky.

and when you get off me

you take my heart

you are fire, i am passion

The Blackitude Period

In 1986, a little clan of young friends gathered in Carapicuíba's Cohab, a very known stop for hipsters. It was a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, with the elite of the intellectual posse always present.

When the poet that went by the nickname of "Little Grandson of Paul", probably a biblical reference, stopped reciting his verse, the owner of the restaurant asked him what kind of group they were, that came every night to his restaurant to recite poetry. Though his exact words are now forgotten, someone commented on the "Blackitude", a reference to their attitude, and the skin colour of the participants.

From behind the counter another poet, called "Little Baby" (probably a reference to the baby Jesus), complemented: "Junior Blackitude".

They have written this superb piece of pre-modern brazilian verse that I share with you now.

I see you, I feel you!

I cry, I smile!

I want to find you

Movie, little beer on a glass

An embrace in the little dark

Give me a kiss, to add.

Little cold, Tasteful,

In your very delicious

way, makes me lose my mind

I want: is more, loving you

For I can never forget you

Little cold, Tasteful,

In your very delicious

way, makes me lose my mind

Is the woman: É a mulher

Few times in history an artist was capable of celebrating life by uncovering such simple and undeniable truth like in this masterpiece from Little Black Man from the Mockingbird (Neguinho da Beija-Flor). We thank our friend and poetry aficionado Fernando D'Andrea for sending it to us to remind that, despite all problems and pressure that may take us down, there will always be beauty in the words of the wise masters who are kind enough to share their infinide wisdom with us. We may have been away for a while but sure is good to be back with such joyful poem. We hope that it fills your day with positive thoughts and good vibrations!

Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman

The woman is the woman
The woman is the woman
The woman is the woman
The woman, the woman, the woman, the woman!

Better than one woman
Only ten women
Only ten women
Better than ten women
Only a thousand women
Only a thousand women

One woman...

Two women...
Three women...

Four women...
Five women...

Six women...
Seven women...

Eight women...
Nine women...

Ten women!

67 scooter: 67 patinete

67 Scooter from DJ Thiago is perhaps the most widely known brazilian poem written as flow of conscience. In this poem, DJ Thiago exteriorizes his deeper thoughts fearlessly. One should pay attention to the flow of subjects that speak DJ Thiago's mind as a clue to understand this unique contemporary poet.

69!
aside we like
if you are not handling it
then
open the leg
because
open the leg
and suck
then open the leg
because
open the leg
then
DJ THIAGO
to
69!
baked chicken yes?
yes?
ok!
Then take this:
67 scooter
open the legs, we put on
if you are not handling it
stop a little
pay a blowjob
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
then
67 scooter
open the legs, we put on
if you are not handling it
stop a little
pay a blowjob
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
then
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
'cause
pay a blow
Open the legs, we put on
Without neurosys
be careful not to soil yourself
Without neurosys
be careful not to soil yourself
Without neurosys
be careful not to soil yourself
Stop everything.

I threw the dick in the cat: Atirei o pau no gato

To celebrate the children's month we decided to post some juvenile poems.
This poem, particularly, is highly misunderstood.
It was not supposed to be childish. In fact "I threw the dick in the cat" is probably the first homossexual poem published in Brazil in the dictatorship period. Its author is unknown.
In this poem, the author tells the story of a man who had his first homossexual experiences with his housekeeper.
In the first lines, he explains that he 'threw' the dick in the cat (in Brazil, cat ['gato'] is a slang for 'handsome man'). After throwing his dick on the handsome man, he saw that the man didn't died, but he screamed. He is detailed, though, about his wife Chica's reaction.
The fact that the author is talking about his housekeeper was not noticed until recent researchers find out that when he emphatically repeats the last syllables of the last words, he says: dona chica-CA, admirou-se-SE,ber-RO. This syllables form the word casero (housekeeper).

I threw the dick in the cat
but the cat
didn't died
Miss Chica
Admired herself
With the scream
with the scream that the cat screamed
MEOW

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore: A pipa do vovô não sobe mais

The actual owner of Brazil and immortal TV show host was once a very active young poet.
Silvyo Saint was acctualy born in a poor family, despite all the legends saying he was conceived from a pile of 1,000,000 cruzeiros bills.
Nobody knows exactly how old he is. Some declare he is already dead and what we see now is a robot repeating pre-programmed routines.
Silvyo's poetry is as mysterious as himself.

Here is a piece he dedicated to his Grandfather, two times champion in Copacabana's Kite Championship.

Note: Don't misundertand Silvyo Saint with adult movie star Silvya Saint. They are not relatives.

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore
Despite trying very hard, Granpa's was left behind

He tried just another risy
But the kite doesn't give any signy

Granpa's kite doesn't go up anymore
Despite trying very hard, Granpa's was left behind

Wire-Haired Black Woman: Nêga do Cabelo Duro

This poem was sent to us by our good friend Fernando D'Andrea

Poet and artist Beto Barbosa was one fo the greatest exponents of the Axé cultural movement in the late seventies and early eighties. He reached deeply in the conflicts that started the movement to create one of the most emotive portraits of the social condition around the use of lipstick but not caring about hair in this piece made famous by the performance of the now forgotten of Luis Caldas, then one of the most renowed artists and active participant of that cultural movement at that time.

Wire-haired black woman
That doesn't like to comb
When she paasses on the Down of Tube
The big black man starts to scream

Look at the wire-haired black woman
That doesn't like to comb
When she paasses on the Down of Tube
The big black man starts to scream

Catch her up there, catch her up there
What for?
To put lipstick
Of what color?
Purplunt, in the mouth and in the cheek

Catch her up there, catch her up there
What for?
To put lipstick
Of what color?
Color blue mess, in the mouth and in the Heaven's door

Dude Oh My, I'm Chameleon: Cara Caramba, Sou Camaleão

In early 80's, at the city of Savior (capital of Bahia state), a new movement of poetry started to evolve at the Acarajés kiosks near the beach.

These young new artists were interested in bringing bahia's poetry back to the mainstream, to be in some way accessible to the common people.
The task was really difficult for them, due to their formal education in classic poetry.
All their efforts failled at creating something deep, thoughtful and accessible to the common brazilian.

One day, a poet named Bell Marques, frustrated with his creations, had an overdose of Acarjé in a small kiosk near the sea. Dizzy and with halucinations, Bell runned straight to the sea, in a confusion state much of the beach folks called "maluco da porra".
Struggling against the sea waves, Bell saw a vision that would change Bahia's poetry forever: It was Iemanjá, the brazilian goddess herself. She said "Bell my king, take this cassete. It contains all the essence of Bahia needed for your poetry breakthrough. Axé!"

From this day on, the city of Savior has been known as the birthplace of Axé Music. A deep, thoughtful, rhythmed and accessible form of brazilian poetry that spawns it's most delightful creations during the summer and carnaval periods.

The followinng piece is one of the most well known creation of Bell Marques and his group of poets, who called themselves Bubblegum with Banana.


Dude Oh My I'm Chameleon

Dude oh my, Dude faceô

Come live the summer
Come enjoy Savior
I'm chameleon
Let me be your love

There's no half face
Oh my what a need of love
You're owner of my will
I change my way and color

I touch you, I hug you
I lock you
At the sun rays
Mix the future and the present
Now I go to the lighthouse

Dude oh my, Dude faceô

Cohab City (come here): Cohab City (vem pra cá)

Cohab City (Ancient Portuguese: Complexo Habitacional) is the name of a dialogue by Li'l Grandson of Paula. Most modern scholars agree that it was written mostly during Li'l Grandson's so-called middle period. During more than half of the dialogue, Chambourcy makes guesses at Li'l Grandsons request as to where Danone have come from. These include the names of the Cohab, personified deities (Baby, Ari, Bean, Li'l Claude and Li'l Fab), and many words that describe abstract concepts. The second half of the dialogue is so intense that many believe it to be a separate poem that even have a name: "Vem pra cá". The truth is Li'l Grandson of Paula needed two distinct moments to support his point of view.

I'm arriving at Cohab
To enjoy my crew
hug my friends
and kiss my cinderella

Li'l Grandson!

I'm also arriving!
I won't leave you alone
I'm bringing Baby, Ari, Bean
li'l Claude and li'l Fab

Ask Lino to bring me the Sax
That the party is going late
And let Chambourcy know
That there is plenty Danone

It is going to be nice
Pagode at Cohab in the highest vibe
In front of the dinning
Sambing and making a great carnival

It is going to be nice
Pagode at Cohab in the highest vibe
In front of the dinning
Sambing and making a great carnival


Come here
to shake
Come with me in swing, i want to rebrake

Come here
to shake
Come with me in swing, i want to rebrake

When she gets to the place
Everybody wants to touch
Saying 'little girl
I'm in love with you
Your sauter
Is very special
And it leaves everybody
In the highest vibe'

I want to see
I want to see
This crowd
Rebraking for real

I want to see
I want to see
This crowd
Rebraking for real

Only in the Little Shoe: Só No Sapatinho

Is not usual to see a young man reject the confort of a wealthy family in order to express himself artisticaly. Bruno Coimbra, son of Zico (one of the best football [soccer] players of all time), refused to live in the shadow of his father and debuted as a poet in the mid-90's in a short but very well suceeded career. He and the group he formed called Só No Sapatinho released a homonimous poem at that time that still remain in the memory of those who fell in love with it at first glance. Soon after releasing this piece, Bruno decided to search for other things and became president of a team.

She arrives conceited and smiley
Imediately, everybody smells her perfume in the air
She dances a different swing
Goes backwards and goes foward, lowering slowly
This fox got game on her waist
She is a mature grape and the gang wants to taste
Scumbag is in the bitterness' street
He's craving but it will be me who's gonna get

Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh

They're trying to fight over my slice
Invade my space but i won't get easy on it
They've already studyied my path
To know if i'm alone or if i'm on this plane
They're trying to win me over tiredness
To know what it is that i do, but he who speaks is lame
My spice has love and has affection
I keep eating very quietly to avoid indigestion

Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh
Only in the little shoe, oh oh