the Curupira
poema de Ruth Salles Abanhenhenga, abanhenhenga, abanhenhenga… Curupira vem de longe, vem de longe, do Nahua, que contou ao caraíba, que contou para o tupi, curupira do machado de casco de jabuti…
The Little Anteater
poem by Ruth Salles It's a secret for you: the Indians didn't even know how to dance, let alone sing; they played combat if they wanted to celebrate.
The Caipora
poem and music by Ruth Salles – I had to go out at night. Ah… at night comes the caipora!
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