Dois de Junho

In the black and racist country
In the heart of Latin America
In the city of Recife
Tuesday, June second, two thousand and twenty
Twenty-nine degrees Celsius
Clear sky

The maid goes to work
Even in the middle of the pandemic
And that's why she takes by the hand
Miguel, five years old
Name of an angel
Thirty-five meters of flight
From the ninth floor

Fifty-nine seconds before his mother returns
Icarus' fate
Black blood
Wings of air

Icarus' fate
Black blood
Wings of air
In the black and racist country
In the heart of Latin America