2021.11.02.
Song of the travellers
It was along the travelWithout any weapons nor baggage
Nor the coats of arms of the crew
It was in the return
Moratory fatherland
In the heart of history
You who consumed the glory
In a dinner
It was as if Portugal
For its good and for its worse
Was searching for an end
To begin
Avid violence
Reverse of innocence
Salt of the inconscience
That there is in the sea
Impire so small
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Pockets of sin and bell
In each hand
Imaginary fatherland
Of varied consistence
Daily affirmation
Of your no
The bags of the portuguese
Are like the eyes of the ????
That are munched three times
On each floor (?)
Candid ignorance
Great unimportance
Of the fruits of wandering
It’s in the past, long gone
Oh our lady of the sailors
Of Africa, from the salt and the sea only I was spared
It was in order to find myself that tomorrow I lost myself
Long is the time in which I’m no longer here
Oh our lady of the Maybe-Many-More-Signs
Rescue this colonial waste
It was in the cold night that the day blinded me
I went just now, just now I’m no longer here
Oh our Lady of the Forgotten Ones remind me
The way that comes to here and from here
Blah blah blah and stuff, Portugal is us in the Sea
I’ve come just now and I’m still far from arriving
Oh our Lady of My Equals that I subtracted
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If it’s so big the soul in the palm of my being
Someday I will finally happen
Why not try another point of view
The history of the others who will tell
If any colony without colonist
Is the ones who were already there
Let’s try then to see the thing from the opposite way
From the point of view of those who did not arrive
Because if I was a black man called Zé Mário
I would not be who I am
The sailors arrived here at home
And everything was new for them and for me
The cross and the sword and the burning eyes
Why did you treat me like this?
It’s not our fault if those who came here
Were not bothered when they knew of the horror
History doesn’t look at those who get in the way
And what was belongs to whoever it is