Selva Selvaggia 40 anos – 7
Autor: Ronaldo Werneck | Publicado: 2016-11-21T13:14:00-02:00


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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quatro outros poemas de meu primeiro livro, selva selvaggia, em comemoração aos 40 anos de seu lançamento: dialética, semântica, libertarde, dry milk,, around the sixties, noturno do leme.










DRY MILK

a
Marcus Vinicius e Vladimir Carvalho (*) 



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

dry
milk

no mangue

a lata

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; escrita com sangue

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
for international development

a lata agency suspensa



dry milk

donated by

american people



a lata de leite

com lixo

dry milk
&amp; sangue



a lata
suspensa

na camisa o
super

roto homem

a cabeça
imensa



a
super-barriga e sol

e sangue
sub-

menino dry

milk do
mangue



dry milk no
mangue

os olhos dia
a dia

dialatados



o lixo no
leite

o olho na
lata

o luxo a
lata

o leite o
lixo



dry milk

drink sangue



YEAH!&nbsp; in god we
trust

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; submundo
way do mangue

YEAH! &nbsp;in GOLD WE TRUST

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; barriga e lixo

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sol &amp; sangue

YEAH!&nbsp; we trust!

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<!--[endif]-->YEAH! OUR TRUST!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

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(*) Quando estava montando no Rio o seu filme “O País de São Saruê”, no
início dos anos 70, o cineasta paraibano Vlademir Carvalho, amigo do poeta
desde a Bahia de 1964, convidou RW para fazer uma letra pra canção que o
compositor Marcus Vinícius estava criando para o filme.&nbsp; E falou sobre as imagens que tinha captado no
Nordeste, pessoas catando no lixo os alimentos doados pela agência
norte-americana AID, resquícios da Aliança para o Progresso.&nbsp; Um horror.&nbsp;
RW e Marcus Vinícius encontraram-se várias vezes para criar a canção.
Qual o quê!&nbsp; A música não se encaixava na
letra, a letra não cabia na música. O que Marcus Vinícius acabou gravando
foram&nbsp; mesmo&nbsp; as palavras que cantarolava enquanto ia
compondo. E acabou surgindo a canção-tema do filme, belíssima. Da aventura,
restou este poema que, mais de trinta depois, vai dedicado pros amigos Vladimir
e Marquinhos.&nbsp; Ah, sim: “O País de São
Saruê” ficou interditado pela censura por quase 30 anos. Só agora este filme de
força extraordinária está sendo mostrado ao grande público.











AROUND THE SIXTIES

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

come on

prepare o seu coração

a guitarra
dos beatles

comum 

let´s twist
again

o cabelo
dos bichos

pode crer



jimmy ginjanis

drix man hen

barbitóxico´s blue

gin hei man drix

pode crer



jean-luc rochá jeans

vietname´s blue hué

camisa paissandu gin

hoa-mihn my lai khe sahn

pode crer



let´s make marilyn&nbsp;

mar war love

sex mini quant novu

ar lar ido lib

pode crer



um sol negro beta che gue

gal galo som &amp; segredo

it´s over see sea nau

fragado dream drama vez &amp; voz

pode crer



I want to live to dream

in latin america maria maria

as cãs violão cantinho são

o apagar do velho drama

pode crer



aroma amor romã

ticos de cuba sex libre

it´s over bahia mar&nbsp;

rio minas meninas

pode crer



a gente estancou de repente

oh I could have dance all
night

if I had a hammer an egg

but it´s over the big game

pode crer



era um era dois era cem

a garra dos bichos

it´s over hair head heart

come on let´s twist again

pode crer



pode ler não

ao não por que não 

rock barbeatle´s name

a manhã clara clara over

pode crer



em ipanema em que bar em

que cinema como quem

partiu quem blue bleu blau

babau seo nicolau

pode crer&nbsp;







&nbsp;NOTURNO DO LEME

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

onze da
noite

e o mar
bate calmo

no início
da praia

contra os
rochedos

no início
contra

o mar bate
o fim

da tarde a
noite

contra o
início

os rochedos
a bandeira

aos quatro
ventos tempos

cores a
bandeira

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; tremula
às onze

da noite na praia

do leme no início

da noite no início

do fim no início de tudo

a bandeira sobre o rochedo

nos controla



entre carros namorados

luminosos lambuzando a aurora

entre o hot-dog e a coca-cola

a bandeira nos controla



na taberna no real

na fiorentina no recreio

do leme no boca seca

no geneal da esquina



as pessoas falam

bebem chope

com fritas fumam

scotch on the rocks

as pessoas

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; se
amam

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; se
comem

as pessoas

falam comem

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; soltam
risos

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; palavrões

consomem

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pizzas
tournedos

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; au
poîvre cocquilles

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; saint-jacques
polvos

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ostras
lagostas calamares

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en
su tinta e lulas mariscos



os frutos do mar

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o
mar

bate calmo as pessoas

bebem e falam alto e 

comem e riem as pessoas

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o
mar bate calmo



nenhum temor em toda a orla marítima



vendedores de amendoim

bêbados tropegando na praia

engraxates

namorados 

jornaleiros

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; as
primeiras notícias

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pelo
telex

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mas
no cabelo

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; só
gumex



portugal ainda manchete

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mas
os americanos colaboram

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o
trade act cai como um fardo

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobrenadando sobre sobre latinoamerica



esfacelado pelos bulldozzers

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pelos
phantoms

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pela
corrupção

dos lan nol thieu &amp; cercanias

o sudeste asiático explode

através do telstar

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o
cambodja e o vietnam



morreu george stevens

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mas
quem se lembra 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de
shane e dos heróis

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; assexuados
do caubói?



são onze da noite

no leme são onze

e morreu shane



o mar bate calmo

contra os rochedos

no início da&nbsp;
noite

no início do leme

no início de tudo



aparentemente nenhum

vento estranho bate

no leme o navio vem

e vai se equilibrando



até quando a bandeira

vai e vem se equilibrando

o navio o leme os bares

os bêbados todo o mundo



vai e vem

o leme vem

e vai todo

o jundo vem

o vento vai

do fim do início

o vento vai e vem



tudo é afável

e terrível

até a perspectiva

da aurora

até o hot-dog

e a coca-cola