Jesus No Xadrez

Jesus in Chess

In the time when the roads
Were few in the backlands
Cowboys and cattle
Crossed the region
Between the steering wheel and banditry
When the law
Was that of the arm
Of the hired gun thug
Of the invading colonel
There was in the interior
This unusual case

When Palmeira das Antas
Belonged to the captain
Justino Bento da Cruz
Never lacked entertainment
Rodeo, singing
Procession and pilgrimage
Good Friday

On the biggest Thursday
Dona Maria das Dores
In the parish hall
Gathered the residents
After a lecture
Next to the captain
She selected
Actresses and actors

Every year there was a Jesus
A Caiaphas and a Pilate
Only the cross didn't change
The executioner and the mistreatment

The Christ of that year
Was Quincas Beija-flor
Caiaphas was Cipriano
Pilate was Nicanô

Two parallel ropes
Separated the crowd
So that between them
The procession could walk

Quincas carrying the cross
Was not warned
The cruel belt
That hit him hard
It was supposed to hit gently
Bastião didn't understand
Divided by a big blow
That he took that day
From a wine that the chaplain
Kept in the sacristy

Christ said:
- Hey guys, see if you hit slowly
I'm all bruised
I won't be able to endure
There's a drop to hurt
Either you stop hitting
Or we're going to fight
I'll throw this cross away
I'm getting annoyed
I'll die before my time
Of being crucified

The worst part is that the villain
Pretended not to hear
And besides hitting hard
He still had fun
He spied on Jesus
Made fun and said:
- What a weak Christ you are?!
Who cries in the procession
Jesus, from what is known
Wasn't that easy
I'm hitting with pity
You'll see what's good
On the uphill of the hill
From Fenelom's store
The choir will be doubled
Until reaching the market
The cuíca changes the tone

At that moment a scream was heard
In the crowd
It was Quincas
Who angrily
Shook the cross on the ground
And went crazy
Towards Bastião
They engaged in slapping
Kicking and headbutting
Mary Magdalene fell
Pilate took a blow
They beat Caiaphas
Who until today doesn't do
Or feel the taste of anything

They disbanded the procession
The beating was heavy
Saint Tumé took a jolt
And was knocked out
They hit a slap
On Timote's bald head
Who is still dazed today

Even Saint Joseph
Who is not one for trouble
In the eagerness to defend
His foster son
Took advantage of the sugarcane juice
To give a bunch of slaps
To the face of the good thief

The fight only ended
When the doctor delegate
Intervened and separated
Each saint to their side

Since the world began
It was the first time
That Jesus went to chess
But he wasn't crucified