Her waist in a bandage
In her hair a lily
At her side a knife
Her mother’s broom in two
Her only friends ravens
A morning of branches
In a house with no doors
A night of sand
For a city of blue leaves
A white cake on a platter
A letter from her lover
Fruit on a red bandana
A braided basket
A world to end
A marble nude
In the ocean
A harvest of rocks
A bird without wings
A tree without leaves
On a boulevard
Away from a flame
Maracatou.
