THE GOD OF THE FIRE IN DECCAN
By Rita de Cássia Amorim Andrade
The bloody lavas poured up vertiginous
The plateau of Deccan were gathering in the darkness
And the hot breeze breath their incandescent gases
Of boiling particles in burning entrails
Woman Withered by years lived and raised
By sulfur and carbon dioxide the satiated desires
And the white liquid sprouted breasts and milky.
And the meat bloodied by magma Vulcano
Lay the manifestation of an ownership has cooled down
And the dream was fading in the particles of silence
Fêmeo the naked body passion sated
And the dew in the morning stroked the woman’s body
With scented oils of sandalwood
In the angel sweat so loved.
But the awakening is already in the morning
Scorching sun and merciless heat of the city
Alone the woman is seen with her sheets
In her room with white walls
Stir, happy for the well-dreamed dream
Pray and thank God for the angel so loved
Black eyes and heart in his mouth.
But, suddenly, one breath hotness
On the woman’s body has already raised
And a sea of lava invade the room
And flaming torches scratch space
And she burning with fever calls for the angel
And asks him to save her that nightmare
Looks up the wall and see the portrait
And the portrait he almost smiles at her
Among volcanic flames
A representation
Of desire in some
Incompleteness.