Nervous chickens scamper through my veins
Clucking
A jip jip jabber from the inside out
Their beaks puncturing those pores
That I had labelled
As expression's exits
And now, with the frenzied Samba in my heart
This irregular drumming
I gulp and it is only another instrument
Speechless, yearning to yell but I can only speak
In thumping feet, flashes of sequence, carnaval, the clap clap clapping of my grandfather's hands against his violão's hourglass figure
And there is silence
The day breaks over the ocean breeze and I am back
Exfoliating my soul in the salty breath of the sea
Naked feet brushing against the sand's comfortable scratch
In step with the Earth's rhythm beneath them
Through the tide's thin film
Cautiously
Ten toes against ten million grains
The ocean's energy pulsing swiftly through each nerve ending
Building, building
Unitl it explodes, feeling colors, seeing music, running art
And the Maracatú continues
Bouncing through the street
With their eyes so gently closed
As if pulling a cloud
Over an infant's dreaming body
Energy's lullaby in the fading dusk
In the blink of an eye -
This is Brazil
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