Uma Janela para o céu.

In the bedroom
there is a large window to the sky, from where
eager eyes hide...
gazing at a small house and
a low stone wall.
Above the wall, an enormous, tall, dark granite... with beautiful white flowers
on its summit. In enormous quantities, like the sands of a beach. And these eager eyes on the paths of yellow quartz that  shone on their faces when a full moon rose: your beautiful faces  and your white skin... like the wildflowers on the granite summit, your veins carry blood in your hearts: like the great rivers on their paths to  all the seas. They are children without pigmentation in their skin, the light of the days is suffering... but the light of the nights made by the moon is a gift from the gods in their lives. And they are happy in their small hut  where there is only one large window. Ademir the poet.