Carnival Morning In Rio De Janeiro Poem by Alexandro Johns

Rio emerges in the Guanavara Bay
drunk by music and dances of the Carnival
that promises perpetual joy
under the ephemeral eterninity of the stars.

In the Sugarloaf Peak
the rhythm of the samba resounds,
and it falls like a rain flowers
on the bodies that burn
in the thirst of the night,
until the morning breeze lifts over the sea
the lucidity of day and end the feast.

It's time to show the reverse of the masks,
the fake gold of allegorical cars,
and the dethroned kings and queens of the dance
who return to theirs favelas and leave behind all hope.

The haze is covering the granite eyes
of the Christ in the Corcovado Mountain,
and Orpheu's ghost deprived of music and voice
moves away in the blue.

Now the sun is shining on another awakening,
they all wonder if in the lies
the only truth is the sadness
of the Carnival morning.