Oh My Brazil So Mainly Weird

São Paulo is a long street that crosses Brazil with its "trade" infernal... Rio is a stage lit where the popcorn maker of corner, it's handle of samba and the madam from Barra, she owns of gafieira in Lapa... Belo is a farm modern...but its horses are mechanics... There you breathe the air of in the ancient days... The Northeast that was once fiction plays functions, left to be illusion and mirage to be a consumption pole... The north, still lies down asleep in wonder of the green... as planes traffic their saps...and the Uncle Sam still eludes the natives... From the Central Plateau, or from the green heart from the homeland will arise a resounding cry that will dislodge the Court castled... So the South that still thinks it is Cisplatin or argentine gaucho will untie the triple alliance and it will be truly believed Brazilian...! Oh my Brazil...manly...!