poem

that day we let the sheep's lost head

come into the house.

it layed down next to the carpet

and it stayed there, looking at us.

we asked the landscape if it would feel like dancing

around us,

spreading colours and petals and butterflies

around the width of the sheep's skirt.

thus joy has entered the house madly,

and on every step a musician played,

and on every pedestal a young girl danced.

and the sheep's skirt spun round

around the vertical axis

around the strident shouts!

From CASA DAS MÁQUINAS

Porto, Papiro ed, 2008

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