“O bom samba e uma forma de oracao
Porque o samba e a tristeza que balanca
E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperanca
De um dia nao ser mais triste nao”
All the moments I remember having floated most effortlessly into a daydream have coincidentally had this song playing in the background either in real life or in the soundtrack that plays endlessly in my mind, painting even the most mundane moments in hues of cadmium yellow & ochre.
I fly over and under my body, fumbling towards some beautifully unknown mirage, or perhaps a mirage I know too well and cannot describe in detail, for it exists only in that daydream and fades each time I'm brought back to chopping the garlic for dinner.
Like a chant of gratitude for each unnamed moment of bliss, I receive this rendition of Samba Da Benção like a prayer, a blessing.