Caju rain
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  • Is it raining? It’s raining caju:
    soft waves of vermillon and yellow.
    When Itajuba attracts a variety of trills, warbles
    and other sounds
    with trumpets, whistles and trocanos
    we shall hug each other, Kuambú.
    It’s caju time, juice everywhere
    fruits falling into our arms
    in the month of September
    Is it raining? It’s raining caju.
    In October the chestnut eyes
    in your mouth, you feel my breasts
    in your hands, downpours of love
    flow of the river, fertility
    of soil and of women, is it raining?
    Caju rain invades your body
    your blood, fire running
    down your throat, rhythm in your hands.
    “This is a little hammock”
    and we’ll remember
    the Kaapós, the Tukanos
    the Mundurukús, the Tupinambás
    of the past.
    Even the highest fruits are falling
    at your feet, waterfall echoes
    and juice are running on your lips
    Is it raining? It’s raining caju.

    Márcia Theóphilo, 2000
    English version by Riccardo Duranti