Era Um Redondo Vocábulo
Zeca Afonso
It Was a Round Word
The word was round
A wild sum
Waves were revealed
In tiny fingers
Pulp your hair
Residues of home
On Laura's steps
The ink fell
On the empty furniture
Summoning splinters
Calling the phone
Killing cockroaches
The fury grew
Crying for revenge
On Laura's steps
In the dance room
In the street the boys
Played and Laura
In the waiting room
Still the air educates
