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Naturally Indian

I'm potiguara I come from hollow and rare backgrounds plowing in the feverish forest of the heart I come against history of this unequal and cruel nation living in the gall pasture without honeycomb my blood distills twine life of dust, life of poem I'm still like that whether I want to or not in tacit mutation... I'm an Indian, I'm your brother...! pS.POTIGUARA, name OF Primitive indigenous tribe living in the State of Paraiba, Northeastern Brazil origin of the people of Paraiba.

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