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Poison Girl - Menina Veneno

Poison Girl (Menina Veneno), by the British-Brazilian auteur Ritchie, is the result of his first trip to a hospital in Brazil. Shortly after moving to Brazil in the early 70s, he caught a terrible bout of dermatobiosis, a fly-borne disease commonly known in Brazil as Bern, which required about 2 weeks in a hospital, taking up to seven shots of highly strong psychotropic drugs, usually administered by nurses.

This poem was written about one nurse in particular, Ana Néri, who looked after Ritchie for most of his stay. Having grown in Britain, and thus used to the colder and often aloof nurses of NHS, he confused the openness of Ana with attempts to seduce him. The fact that he was “tripping off his balls” (not my words, but Ana’s technical report), and didn’t speak Portuguese probably helped making things more confusing.
Midnight in my room, she's coming up
I hear the steps in the stairwell, I see the door opening
A meat coloured lamp, blue sheets
Silk curtains, your naked body

Pois…

Animal World - Mundo Animal

A little known fact about Mamonas Assassinas (Killer Castor Beans, already featured on this blog on Turn Turn and Naked in Santos) was their philanthropic work, especially geared towards educating the young generations in topics like sexual education, foreign languages and gender studies. In this poem they explain in a really simplified way the rich world fauna and its reproduction mechanisms. Its adoption by the ministry of education in the official Brazilian curriculum helped a whole generation to learn faster and improve their lives.
Eating armadillos is good. Too bad it hurts my back. Because the animal is too short And that's why I prefer the goats
The goat has breasts That feed their descendants In the animal world there is lots of fornication For example, dogs Who fucks her own mother, her sister and her aunts They get stuck at four loving each other In broad daylight
[chorus] The animals, have some interesting animals Just imagine what the elephant's sex is like And t…

Emotions - Emoções

We've covered on previouspostings the art of Mr. Roberto Carlos, his peculiar preference for women that are 20 years younger than he is, and how some of his songs show how accepting brazilian culture is of smaller penises. By reading all of this, one would think that our man is all about sex, but that's where you're mistaken, oh foreign friend: Roberto Carlos is also about romance and emotions. So much so that his name is one of the synonyms for love, passion and kitsch, if the Brazilian Academy of Letters is to be believed.

When I am here and live this beautiful momentLooking at you and the same emotions feelingThey are many lived, they are moments I have not forgottenDetails of a life, stories I've told here
Friends I have earned, loneliness I felt departingAnd sometimes I let you see me crying smilingI know everything the love is capable of giving meI know I've suffered but I don't stop loving If I loved or if I smiledThe important is that emotions I've li…

Details - Detalhes

Brazil has been a liberal country since its foundation, from the naked indigenous people to its acceptance of transgender people during the Carnaval celebrations, Brazil has a culture of accepting people by the gender they choose instead the one they were born. Roberto Carlos shows us this acceptance by describing here a gay couple and their unconditional love despite some disadvantage in a part of their male anatomy.
It is not easy to forget me
During too much time in your life I'll live  Small details of us too
Are too big things to forget
And every hour we will be present
You'll see  If another man appear on your street
And this brings memories about me, it is your fault
The loud roar of your car
The old discolored trousers or something like that
You'll immediately remember me  I know the other must be saying on your ear
Love words like I said, but, I doubt
I doubt he has too much love
And the mistakes of my bad English
And at that time you'll remember me  At night, involved i…

Brot und Zirkusses - Panis et Circencis

Tropicalism was an artistic movement created in the late 60's, a time known for being particularly welcoming of free speech and artistic expression, following 1964's Democratic Revolution. It mixes several influences, such as typical Brazilian poetry, Concretism, Dada and Cryptosonism.

This particular poem was written by the Mutants, a collective of mutants, without any cool powers (except for an insane tolerance to shamanic drugs and alcohol). The title, latin for "Bread and circuses" is a reference to the soviet bread lines and the Moscow Circus (Московский цирк Никулина for those in the known). As usual with ungrateful artists that believed being wronged by the mighty and fair Free Market, the Mutants dreamed of a day that Brazil would be under communist rule, and while this song doesn't seem to make much sense, it's believed to be a code for a soviet agent, Димитрий Ассассино to initiate an operation to assassinate our beloved military junta during dinner…

40 year old women - Mulher de 40

Roberto Carlos is a famous Brazilian poet with an oddly specific taste in women: they gotta be exactly 20 years younger than him. Once he turned 60, to celebrate that his new dating cohort was fully socially acceptable, he wrote a song about it, while praising the advantages of dating such women, which are considered by much to be too old to be part of the dating pool. This resonated with the brazilian public, and it has become a regular fixture on the yearly Christmas special played at the state-owning TV Station Globo.
Beautiful smile
Look of someone that knows something about the life
Knows love
And who knows a pain
kept hidden

By experience
Knows the difference
between love and passion
What is truth
A quick affair
or pure illusion

Is young enough
But not like earlier
But it is so beautiful
She is a woman
That knows what she wants
and on love believes

I don't want to know
About your life, your story
Not even your past
40 years old woman
I just wanna be
your boyfriend

Age does…

The Good - O Bom

On the sadly short-lived Communist days that came from the Cohen Plan, an interesting class system was established in Brazil, where restrictions were placed upon haircuts and car ownership, with different styles denoting different positions within the Party. Higher ranking official were allowed red cars and, oddly enough, to have long fringes in their hair.
Erasmo Carlos was not such a man, but this song shows his dreams of one day achieving greatness among his Comrades. Sadly Getúlio Vargas came along and heroically stopped the revolution by becoming one of our many benevolent dictators. He is the good, is the good, is the good
He is the good, is the good, is the good

My car is red
I don't use mirror to comb myself
Little boots with no socks
It is only on the sand I know how to work

Hair in the forehead, I am the owner of the party
I belong to the ten more
If you wanna try I know you'll like

When I appear the comment is general
He is the good, is the the best!
Have lots of gir…