Agradecida a esta comunidad tan hermosa, pude recrearme y relajarme un poco escuchando esta música.

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In my childhood I listened to this song, I didn't understand the tangle, but I loved the music, the singer's voice was warm, I felt lulled by that melody. I was growing up and understanding the lyrics, I already knew that telling lies was bad, but how far can we go to lie. After a big sigh I continued writing my post.

It came to my mind a story of my mother-in-law, she repeated on many occasions that a "muciu" passed through her community, she clearly told the ladies who are the ones who most buy objects or clothes to these gentlemen; not having money they had to pay with something, I will not lose my trip. Imagining a little the lyrics of the song I associated it with my mother-in-law's stories, well, this little girl was born. When the little girl found out about the whole thing, she said very clearly that she loved her black daddy because she didn't thank the "muciu" salesman for anything.

You can imagine the disappointment of our black daddy, such an unpleasant surprise on the skin of such a pretty girl. He had had almost fifty boys and all of them were black and now a black girl is coming out. Maybe that's why gentlemen are so distrustful until death comes, they distrust everything. It is true, it is not trustworthy people who are outside the house, even in the kitchen or the corral watching our chickens.

This man could not stand it and went to the medical professional to get him out of that dilemma, that doubt that was killing him, because listening to this song again I remembered my childhood. Sometimes we hear situations that make us thankful for our honesty, I felt sadness with the beings that go through this. The black man had to endure the mockery of nurses, surely his neighbors also had him as a clown.

Indeed, the blood did not match anywhere, the doctor told him that the girl's blood smelled of pure bioglobin and his was bitter and smelled a lot of creolin. The strong part of the song, the purity of the girl telling her mother that it was bad to tell lies and that she loved her black daddy, that she did not thank the "muciu" for anything.

There are songs that are engraved in our minds, others in our hearts, they take us to pleasant moments, they stay in our memory and bring tears to our eyes, but also many smiles. I remember I was about twelve years old, I did not know much about life.

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