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Most popular song of the 30th Sapecada da Canção Nativa Lyrics: José Maurício Rigon Melody: Lucas Gross Recited: José Maurício Rigon On stage: Daner Marinho, Aparício Maidana, Pedro Terra, Odair Teixeira, Lucas Gross and Mauro Silva. The dark moonless night Uncovers a veil of drizzle, And a neigh echoes far away In the stringing corridor. He opened his eyes to the world Swallowing the darkness, Dropping the placenta poncho In the raw earth of the floor. He immediately saw his destination In the narrow corridor, The old blocked road Lots of land and few flowers. Troop of runners… Zainas, mouras, coloradas Crinudas… blurred mark… Mare without a tamer. Corridor troupe… The padrillo is not known; Romances on the fence, Or if the gate opens. Perhaps it was a Moor from the fields there in Figueira, who impregnated the colorada, Courageous and giving birth. Almost a year, she crossed leagues... Experiencing shade and water... Living in the corridor, Pregnant with stolen offspring. Walk and walk... your fate is to live on the roads... Blessed with a witch's braid, For some cut paw. And the capricious destiny, Chose the thread of the path… To give birth to more hope, In the herd, another foal. Motivation: On the Rio Grande do Sul border, it is common to find Tropils grazing along the corridors… These are generally not very large groups, (five, six animals) of the most varied coats and ages, without defined patterns, marked or not. Sometimes these herds have owners and are released into the corridor on purpose, when there is no way to keep the animals on the property. On the other hand, they are “ajena” troops, who got lost in the corridors “covering shadows and waters”, crossing the line from one country to another or simply getting lost along the corridor. There are also cases of animals that stray alone, through an open gate, a broken wire, and then come together to form a Tropilha in a corridor. And without anyone to take care of them, they are cruel, carrying the “witches” braids as an amulet so that they don’t get sick and heal their wounds. The back depicts the birth of a foal that was foaled in the middle of the road, the son of a mare that was walking along the corridor and has long drawn attention due to the distance this Tropilha travels through the corridors. Certainly a “stolen calf”, and destiny delivered the runner home, and Tropilha is renewed with the life of a new foal.