Ode II

I heard in the afternoon the song of birds
they hid in the afternoon, the singing birds
but I knew the color of their feathers
because I heard the color of their songs

Perene

Sua filha Sofia sofria só, filha.

Maturidade

Ô.

Ô.

Ô.

Otário.

Rage

The snakes in me
they twirl
below my heart
knitting with my bowels the fire
that boils my innards
that slithers upwards

That explains the knot in my throat
That explains the blood in my eyes