Month: June 2016

High above the seventh sky, in the South of the new world
There’s a place that’s full of life and of butterflies
There’s a place where shapes amaze and colours whirl
When the sun has decided to share its light

It’s an infinite set of lanes that press on every side
So you don’t know where to go nor where to start
Though you never were attacked by surprise
It’s the beauty that tore your eyes apart

Facing glass and red concrete lies a little rest
Of what used to be a piece of Atlantic Forest
A revolutionary hero joined the party
Now the garden is welcoming but arty

Well beyond the Roman sea, somewhere in Turkey
A boy once dreamed of your country, and not Kentucky
There in discos he was forced to hide the truth
But Salvador is a town that’s nice and smooth