I see a construction
glittering enormous
and I tremble down to my
foundation and moral fibers.
There, that which corrupts men:
bed and table,
bread and woman,
love and the roof
that keeps us
- superimposed.
There, the laces and the
p~ama.
There
the debt and the model.
There
the clipper and the lock
of hair on the floor.
There
the naked body
as if it's a doctor's office.
The wool , the bullet, the irony,
the window, the cement, the betrayal ,
the X-woman, the radius of the other
and the way to the top
and the way of f,l lling
into yourself, into the earth
- and on top of your brothers.
There
- the construction
a crude invention
a cube of loneliness.
Translated from the Portuguese by Lloyd Schwartz
with Rogerio
lola
Santiago
