Candomble de La Aduana
Jorge Nasser
Customs Candomble
Feel the noise of the street
there are no more dogs
that don't bark,
men leave
with the wind,
nothing waits
not even a moment.
The vapors
of the customs,
citizen's
trash;
the pieces
of a night,
the loves,
the reproaches.
And I'm walking the same path as always,
I'll be the ghost of the old hospital;
rabbit from the port's galley
and some are already starting to drink.
And I'm walking the same path as always,
I'll be the ghost of the old hospital;
rabbit from the port's galley
and some are already starting to drink.
