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O que é isto?
Soraia direto de Chicago
 

 

To be read with the music playing "al fondo" (in the back):

 

we made love in Cuba that night
outside  on the streets the ones who passed could listen us:
by the broken windows
through the fainted walls painted with those old colors
through the other rooms in that falling apart hotel

we couldn't care enough
collapsed on the floor of that dusty , rustic place
Tired
a music was playing somewhere we could listen
from an old  broken radio

The heat of the city seamed to confused itself
with the heat of our bodies
in the morning even exhausted
we would run to the nearby sea
and jumped in that water as we couldn't stand the flames

the people on the shore seamed to be used with that
the fishermen would keep on mending their nets
and their women would keep on cooking
even when we decide to torn the clothes and feel the water
all over our skin

later the famine came to the stomach
in a way we could not wait anymore
stopping by any restaurant
we would try diffferent tastes
swallowing the food with
ferocity and delight
laughing loud strongly drinking

In the beginning  he would soft hold her hand and
sometimes just sometimes embrace her in public
now after a week of this affair he would walk
por las calles* squeezing her tights close to his
making the men on the island jealous

just in time, late in the night
to go back to the room and begin all over again

To be continued....

 * by the streets



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