Brazilian is beautiful...

Dark skin stretches tightly over the rippling muscles beneath
Hair in spiky dreadlocks or long ringlets that bounce and flow
Spinning, weaving, dodging in every direction imaginable (and in some that aren't)
Two figures locked in the fatal dance of generations past
Kicks flying faster than the flick of a lighter
Living, breathing, carrying on years of tradition
Traditions of pain, of repression, of joy in spite of it all
Playing in "a manner of overthrowing the seriousness of
the concept of art, established by a neurotic system known as culture".

"Menino excuta esta toada;
o lance certo muitas vezes esta errado.
Na roda quem ja` esta classificado
leva sempre o sorriso que desanuvia
o labio, ou entao um rosto
que e` como uma charada.

Hey, young man, listen to this song;
what seems right is often wrong.
In the roda, those in the know
always come ready with a smile
that parts their lips, or with an
expression which is but a riddle."
~ Nestor Capoeira, "Menino escuta esta toada"