After her,
i grant myself the permission...

forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...

A flower is not a flower.
It is an illusion floating toward the mirror...

Bewildered by the eternal sky nailed with stars,
Yemanja hummed to herself another sea song...

Can you help me take off the clothes of the day
and dishevel the night...

The brute voice of the Atlantic
placed her among infinities...

When the lights are off,
her Mathematics shrinks...

You created me
from images long lost...

Beyond the sky where the sounds propagate quietly...
When I returned, I woke up scared. I was not...

I read your letter
as the words cried with me...

It's too late to clean the stains
on the window or darn the holes...

Under the red wild rose stays
a force, a secret never told...