In a little town of the Soul

 

 

After building islands in my soul

With gardens that I watered every day,

Castles made of sea

With foundations of fish,

And a woman of salt

That I never got to touch

 

I found myself driving down a road

 

A very fine route with sharp curves

Where the sea and the mountain flirt

On the way to that sanctuary in the coast of the soul

There is a little town called “Caruao”

 

In that town there is a river

And up that river a well

A well of the inner flame

That grows in between guavas 

 

I immersed myself in that river of guavas

 

Contemplated syncopated trumpets

And crossed drums

In the bottom there was a noisy light

That left me blind and deaf

 

Some people call it “Duende”,

Others call it “Muse”;

I call it “Caruao”,

A little town hidden

In the tropical coast of the soul.