Starting the day with a taste of something fine:  Randy Haddock


Faith goes into hiding in a cave
of even takes.
Holding on to what she knows:
the great Mayan lake is in despair.

I’ll look for you in Panajachel
if there’s still anyone to find.
I’m folding into achy spates
of the doubts that lacerate
flowing down volcanic slides of time

Are we turning into the Atitlán Grebe?
Has our swallowed earth run dry?
Did the reef’s luster rust with the tide’s early fuss?
Where is that land where I can roam?

Was it a shadowless, motherless
asynchronous moon?

We’ll stay apart
but close enough to touch.
A drunken butterfly
crawling to its broken wings
wraps the ethereal hug
with a blanket made of shrugs
flowing down volcanic slides of time.


“A Flor e o Espinho” was composed in 1957. Guilherme de Brito and Alcides Caminha wrote the words and Nelson Cavaquinho the melody. Raul Moreno recorded it that same year. The song became quite popular when Elizeth Cardoso recorded it in 1964. Cavaquinho himself recorded it in 1973.

The way I’m playing it here comes from Paulinho Moska’s version. I think he recorded it specifically for the Woman on Top soundtrack, which includes six recordings by him.