Tia Macheta
Berta Cardoso
Aunt Machete
The lover did not show up
Sad Severa
Always faithful
She called Aunt Machete
Old gossip
To find out about him
The old woman picked up the cards
Full of dirt
With hands so dirty
And before shuffling them
She started cackling like the
Owls
He's not coming, my daughter
Says the fortune teller
There are bad omens
There's also a journey
A character
The queen of coins
This count is my weakness
Take a damn
Aunt Machete
The old woman kept the cards
Greasy
Under her apron
Three loud chimes rang
Strong, heavy
Three twin sisters
Outside in the cold doorways
Vagrants sing
Ugly blasphemies
The nobleman did not return
Severa waited for him
Until it was day
And since that night is when
Exists
The sad fate of Mouraria
