Lavoura Arcaica
prev.
play.
mark.
next.

1:06:03
My little saint!
1:06:40
That's where
I took my communion, Pedro.

1:06:46
Oh, brother. I lied on the blazing
tangerine-filled ground.

1:06:53
Didn't I surrender like a child
in the orgy of killer berries?

1:07:02
Wasn't it a precarious
peace that came over me...

1:07:06
to have my body stretched out
on a weed mattress?

1:07:11
Wasn't this different slumber
perhaps temporary?

1:07:15
To have my fingernails dirty,
my feet numbed.

1:07:21
Lice cutting trails
through my hair.

1:07:24
My armpits visited by ants?
1:07:30
Wasn't this second slumber
perhaps temporary?

1:07:36
To have my head
crowned with butterflies.

1:07:40
Fat larvae sprouting
from my bellybutton.

1:07:44
My cold forehead
covered by insects.

1:07:47
My limp mouth
kissing scarabs?

1:07:56
Such a sleepiness...
1:07:59
such a lethargy...

prev.
next.