Ela tem dente de ouro

She has golden teeth
I wanted to kick out.
I’m going to curse
those teeth so that they break.
I do not remember her,
nor do I care to remember
those bitter hours
when we spoke
on the edge of the beach,
with a pretty moon,
she always swearing to me
she loved no other.
I came from the Island of Maré
to play in Santa Rita.
Two thing in the world
that set my heart to beat:
a tuned berimbau
and pretty game,
my friends.

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