O Diário de um Cadáver - parte dois.

I write, I describe, I
miss the damned cachaça, going down
the throats of these 
damned ones: drinking
my body, in my
death.
Only one thing makes me
happy... the papaya tree
bearing its small fruits
in the middle of winter and without
fog.
And they continue drinking 
the dead man
whole. And that is the end
of my burial - listening
to the songs of the great kiskadees
in the middle of a
Friday afternoon.

Ademir o poeta.