LODOWN MAGAZINE
ISSUE 91The hand that plays a guitar,
if necessary, makes war
Kills the world, wounds the earth.
The voice that sings a song, if necessary, sings a hymn
Exalts death.
Viola on a moonlit night in the backlands is like a sword
Hope for vengeance.
The same foot that dances a samba,
if necessary, goes to combat Capoeira
He who has a companion at night knows that peace is fleeting
To defend her he gets up and screams: I’ll go!
Hand, guitar, song and sword
And moonlit viola
Through the countryside and city
Flag bearer, capoeira, marching they go on singing,
Liberty, liberty, liberty…