Eu sou capoeira, me chamo Pitoco
Venho de Natal no solo Nordestino
Treino capoeira desde bem menino
Jogo, luto e canto até ficar rouco
Pela capoeira, confesso, sou louco
O pouco que sei, quero compartilhar
Som do berimbau faz corpo arrepiar
E a poesia que corre na minha veia
Ginga, balança, esquiva e negaceia
Nos dez de Galope na beira do mar
Contato: lucascostacdo@gmail.com
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