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Fantastic Tour

In those streets of 
                      buildings projected
                      by Frank Lloyd and 
                      Corbusier
                      I dreamed my dry 
                      landscape ...
                      In those sumptuous 
                      temples full of mystery,
                      I dreamed  of
                      the little chapel
                      of St. John ...
                      At speedy High Ways, I 
                      dreamed
                      the trails of xique 
                      xique ...
                      In the gigantic 
                      parks,
                      of these 
                      megalopolis, I 
                      dreamed
                      the backyard of the 
                       caatingas ...
                      In these blown 
                      Mecca,
                      I dreamed my 
                      shotgun
                      from punch to                          
                      punch ...
                     In the night clubs of
                     high society, I 
                     dreamed
                     Zé Lagoa 
                     homemade ball ...
                     I confess that I lived 
                     these worlds,
                     but I never left home ... !


       Xique - xique, Piloseceus polygonus
        cactus...

       Caatinga : area in the northeast of Brazil
                       semi-arid, scrub forest

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