Thresh the wheat
Gather every grain
Mould the miracle of bread from wheat and feel bread-full
Cut the cane
Gather cane-juice
Steal the honey-sweetness, honey-smear yourself
Fondle the land
Know the land’s desires
Land in rut, season ripe, seed the soil
1 Editor’s note: The song translated here, with the author's
permission, was recorded by Chico to accompany the exhibition Terra, by
Sebastião Salgado.
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