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Dreaming of the Bullet-
Proof Cars of Maceió
This is the terra do açúcar e maus sonhos
the land of sugar and bad dreams
infinite darkness without borders
where birds passing overhead
smell like biscoitos molhados/wet
crackers
sour milk and the sweat of sex
aqui/here in the night room
doorknobs turn
your hands mirrors reflect receding
galaxies
and the clown who lies on his back beside
you
twitching and suffering is your soul
wake up acordar! tell me why
nothing moves
why starving people lean into their shadows
like flies caught in amber
why the past goes on eating the present
like a rising ocean eats the beach
tell me why they are burning
palm trees on the road to the airport
why the water tastes like ashes
why the windows of the cars are blind
at low tide the children drink cachaça
and call on Iemanjá fishtailed mother of
storms
wake up and tell me why the sand beneath
this city
keeps shifting why all the stores are
stocked with
hallucinations tell me why Solange left
and where she went
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