Trip to Exotica

Dame fashion molds herself, and molds me.
Turns inward, turns me inside myself
And touch by hidden touch I ring
A bell in the key of her fate.
Oh Grandfather, Grandfather who warns me
When I catch sight of you. There is
No one more beautiful than you, my Iguaçu River,
My wild wilderness holding me in.
Oh canary, canary, sugar cane
Canary singing the story of your voice.
Dame fashion when you involve me
You change me without mercy.

(c) Thiago Nassif