Água Salgada
Ruspo
Salty Water
They say my grandpa
Gave my dad - his firstborn
The name of a dog that nobody liked!
(I don’t know if it’s true
But that’s what they say in the family)
I don’t have anything of yours at hand
Just the habit of gnawing on you
Living off what the pain allows, just like you
Dreams of life
And vocabulary
Burned photo albums on the ground
The slow pyre where they tied up
My eyes and my tongue
My tongue
I quench my thirst drinking
Salty water
I quench my thirst drinking
Salty water
That soaks everything
Even the roots
