Dunas by Rosa Passos with visuals by Alvaro Ted Malave
A tune by the great Brazilian singer/composer Rosa Passos about life, nature and surf. Please comment on how it makes you feel.
DUNAS
Rosa Passos
Mês de março em Salvador
o verão está no fim.
Todo o mato está em flor
e eu me sinto num jardim
Quem sair do Abaeté
rumo à praia do Flamengo
não de carro mas a pé,
pelas dunas, mato a dentro
há de ver belezas tais
que mal dá pra descrever:
tem orquídeas, gravatás,
água limpa de beber
cavalinhas e teiús,
borboletas e besouros,
tem lagartos verdazuis
e raposas cor de ouro
Sem falar nos passarinhos,
centopéias e lacraus,
nas jibóias e nos ninhos
de urubus e bacuraus
Vejo orquídeas cor de rosas
entre flores amarelas
Dançam cores. Vão-se as horas
entre manchas de aquarela
Desce a tarde. Vem na brisa
um cheirinho de alecrim
Canta um grilo. Sinto a vida:
tudo está dentro de mim.
Mês de março em Salvador
o verão está no fim.
Todo o mato está em flor
e eu me sinto num jardim.
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Month of March in Salvador
Summer is at the end.
The whole bush is in full bloom.
And I feel in a garden
Who leave the Abaeté
Towards Flamengo beach
Not by car but on foot,
Through the dunes, I kill it in.
You should see such beauties
That barely describes:
Has orchids, gravas,
Clean drinking water
Horse mackerel,
Butterflies and beetles,
Has greenish lizards
And gold foxes
Not to mention the little birds,
Centipedes and cacti,
In the boa constrictor and in the nests
Of buzzards and bacuraus
I see pink orchids.
Among yellow flowers
They dance colors. The hours are gone
Between watercolor spots
The afternoon is coming down. Comes in the breeze
A smell of rosemary
Sing a cricket. I feel the life:
Everything is within me.
Month of March in Salvador
Summer is at the end.
The whole bush is in full bloom.
And I feel in a garden.