A NIGHT AT THE PELICANO*

Text by Alceu Natali, copyright protected by Law 9610/98

The low, short summer night falls, Over a sea of ​​roses, Blueish by the moon in the darkness, And calm as a Swiss lake, With scarce flickering lights touching the boats far away on the intangible horizon, And back in the high Middle Ages of the golden years, I, Phobic and phobophobic partner, Am crawled in snakelike steps, Slow and sticky, To the cement track of the Pelicano, surrounded by palm trees, In the open air, In many watercolor garments, I say my prayers, Others sing their songs, And everyone dances to the music that warns, Summer love does not climb the sierra,The girl who asks me to dance cheek to cheek has the venerated symbol of minority, Her hair is beautiful tassels of innocence, Which the breeze kisses and sways, She has the name of the most popular street in my crazy São Paulo City back in the 60's, Way too soon she becomes my first girlfriend, Without ever knowing that she had an affair, The twenty-fifth hour returns everyone to our building named Brazil, But the dawn is just a baby at the breast, The grown-ups, With their carbides, Drag their nets in the warm waters, I stay behind, And rest my head on the lap of another pussy cat whose name has been lost as time went by, This one was not so under adulthood, She knows how to thread her fingers through my locks, Curls her lips over mine, Exhales a mixture of perfume, And the harsh smell of roots and sap, Relaxes the nerves, Puts the brain to sleep, Sets her heart free, And whispers a flirtation in my ear, The courtship will climb the eight hundred meters to the plateau from where we came, And then, Then we let life live its life.

FOOTNOTE

In the 1960s, Pelicano was an open-air dance floor attended exclusively by teenagers. It was located in Long Beach, a municipality near the cities of Santos and São Vicente in the Baixada Santista region.