Nana Vasconcelos Poem by Madrason .
Nana Vasconcelos
Traveling on
the trembling air
Nana the Mother
of capoeira sounds
of aerophones
of shot arrows
back to where
they were born
thorn he walks
and records
his own story
in-between
a here and a now;
for thee I bow
and for thy glory!
Madrason 13 04 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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