maguinha

 
 

Terra

Procurando Girassol

04:22
Maguinha
2016
Maguinha

Story

Renato Castelo sent me the lyrics for this song, and the melody was already overflowing in the words. An inspired poet, he sees life in all things, big and small. Renato Castelo has a magnified vision of his garden and yard, where he can see the whole world, in the fashion of Manoel de Barros, the poet of Mato Grosso.  He conjures up telluric images that hold feeling, depth and meaning, at the same time appealing and whimsical.

Parts and Arrangement by Pedro Lopes Vasconcellos.  Pedro was also music producer on this track, and I had the pleasure of working with active and well-respected musicians of Clube do Choro. 

Recorded at the Feedback Studio, in Brasilia, in 2014.

Lyrics


Olhe eu queria viajar pelo sereno
Mergulhar por essas cores amarelas do ipê
Correr por dentro desse verde do abacate
E sair por um atalho na garganta
de um tiê

Me pinicar nas folhas soltas de uma urtiga
E andar feito formiga procurando girassol
Olhe eu queria tomar banho na goteira
Da chuva, numa aroeira me secar
num por de sol.

Aproveitar o doce de um gomo de cana
No beijo de uma goiana
sem poder nem respirar
E explodir no canto lindo de um bendito
Sabiá, parar no tempo feito beija-flor no ar

E ser o vento ter nas mãos uma semente
E ver ela se mexendo, ir crescendo virar flor
Olhe eu queria atravessar a gota d água
Esquecer todas as mágoas
sendo você meu amor
Mas eu queria é que tudo fosse assim
Eu dormindo no seu colo
e você dormindo em mim.

Feito um pedaço de doce
no céu da boca
Derreter como um suspiro
ver o cheiro de alecrim
Mão no seu corpo, calor de beijo molhado
Sabendo fazer pecado, ouvir não e dizer sim

I wish I could travel with the morning mist
Diving into those yellow colors of the Ipê tree
Running through the green of the avocado
Taking a shortcut through the throat
Of a Tiê bird

Brushing against the sting of nettle leaves
Walking like an ant looking for a sunflower
Washing with rain water from the roof leaks
Climbing up a peppertree to dry off
In the sunset

Enjoying the sweetness of a sugarcane chunk
In the kiss of a Goiana until I have no breath
Then burst in the gorgeous song of a blessed
Mockingbird, hover in mid-air like
A hummingbird

And be the wind, have a seed in my hands
Seeing it move, grow and turn into a flower
Look, I wish I could cross a water-drop
Forget all sorrows
Because you are my love
I would like for everything to be like this:
Me sleeping on your lap
You sleeping inside me.

Just like a piece of sugar
On the roof-of-the-mouth
Melting like meringue,
Seeing the aroma of rosemary
My hands on your body, warm from kisses
Crafty sinners, hearing no and saying yes.

Maguinha - vocals
Marcus Vinicius Magalhães - 7-string guitar
Pedro Lopes Vasconcellos – cavaquinho
Thanise Silva - flute
Valerinho Xavier - pandeiro, deaf-drum, tamborim, shakers, brushes

Parts and Arrangement by Pedro Lopes Vasconcellos