Alma Novaes

 

In Cabeço de Castelo

men laugh and drink,

quenching the thirst for meetings

childhood, playful and sensitive

in the fire, the pig spins,

getting stabbed and sauced

fire will soon break out in the heavens

the music too.

And the women-girls

who went to Copinga to choose

a new dress, they will seduce

by its predicates

In the Persian Gulf

The men machine-gun and

with wide eyes,

do not sleep, drinking thirstily

from the sparse and shallow rainwater and

the stomach growls at the sight of blood,

the open-air morgue.

The family at home cries.

Here, next to the fire, Almerinda

in a 4-pin pot

cook veal rice and sanchas

caught by the two, on the mountain

that surrounds the side of the cemetery.

The belly, mine still hurt

of cuts and stitches,

of scarred love shoots,

And you, my love, carry it on your lap

the son you gave me,

singing the moon and veiling the sweet mystery.

Time, my love, your smile

and in your lap he and I,

supported by your embrace

for your shelter this evening.