In front of the Brazilian Sun
… is a really thin line between ugliness and beauty.
That piece pale, crooked and small!
I want an entire half.
Wretched for a fruit bit!
Miserable feeling even to a hound like me.
Now go walk around the fields, talk to the Brahman cattle,
He was also she
And she was also mother.
I had my music but couldn’t play:
Arrived in front of the river
Then went back just to see
At the brick balcony was lying she
Sliding through his ribs
The blood gushes out from my veins to the floor
Tingling sensation, lips parted
Would I faint on that free falling feeling?
Grabbed her by the thin neck, screaming.
Between the house and the cottage, I went to him shouting, disheveled
That brown possession collar and it was no longer his voice.
A grain of sand in the pages of the past
And there is she:
That atom of universe,
Down with my system
Waking me alarmed
With a pounding heart
And red cheeks.
Perfect expression of today’s feelings