Um poema e um blues de Débora Morais

Blues Went to the City

A village. Another one with no name

Its name is no name, ghost-made

Dusty people in weary clothes

Crossing the street

A man fell asleep

On a train station seat

Never saw him waking --

I heard his guitar echoing,

Playing the whole country

Now in a city.

I hear that ancient rhythm

but also laughs full of light

and I laugh, too

Electrically

While a child helplessly weeps

People dance outside in the street.

Their footsteps' swing,

The trainstation man's heartbeat

They're one

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 When I was feelin' lonely

I always used to cry

When I was feelin' lonely

I always used to cry

But my timber heart rhythm

Made my tears dry

Some may think I'm a fool

'Cause I laugh loud and rough

Yeah some may think I'm a fool

'Cause I laugh loud and rough

Well they just do not know

How this country made me tough

I made my way to the city

With nothin' but my blues

So I made my way to the city

'Cause I ain't got nothin' but the blues

All I could find was no work

I had no dime to buy new shoes

And now I'm here by myself

All I see is white men walkin'

And now I'm here by myself

All I hear is white men talkin'

While I'm here playin'

And all the black men do the workin'

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