Anabela

At the port of Vila Velha
I saw Anabela arrive
Eyes like candle flames
Hair as if sailing
Skin like a native fruit
With a mouth of cambucá
Breasts like compass needles
On the path of my gaze

I anchored in her
On that tip of the sea

On the sail of my sailboat
Anabela came to lie down
The wind bristled my hair
Her gaze burned in me
Her body like a storm
Spun my body in the air
With hands like whirlwinds
She made my boat sink

I thought I made
That womb my dock
I only realized my shipwreck
When it was too late
I saw Anabela leaving
To never return again