Lavoura Arcaica
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1:08:01
such a nightmare of
adolescence!

1:08:05
What kind of rock is that,
so heavy on my body?

1:08:11
There's a mysterious chill
in this fire.

1:08:17
Where will I be taken, someday?
1:08:21
A white board...
1:08:24
and a pale dust.
1:08:26
A silent field...
1:08:29
lilies and the taller
cypress trees...

1:08:35
such long cries,
mourning my young body!

1:08:46
Get a little inside these things
that lulled me to sleep.

1:08:51
Fatten your eyes
with that crumpled orchid.

1:08:56
With this bracelet
and these pink garters...

1:09:00
all these trinkets I bought
with coins stolen from Father...

1:09:05
I buried it in this box
to dig it out someday...

1:09:07
and spread them on the ground
thinking, as I do now:

1:09:09
It was a long adolescence!
1:09:16
Take it with you, Pedro.
Take home all these scraps...

1:09:19
and tell them how did it happen the
story of the son and the brother.

1:09:21
Then request a warm night
or a big fat moon.

1:09:24
Gather our sisters.
1:09:26
Make them dress up
scantily in muslin...

1:09:29
wearing strappy sandals.
1:09:31
Paint their placid cheeks crimson,
their eyelids green...

1:09:35
and their lashes dark charcoal.
1:09:37
Adorn their arms
and their bare necks.

1:09:40
Put these cheap beads
on them, ivory models.

1:09:43
Have these earrings bite
their earlobes.

1:09:47
And don't forget
the sensuous gestures...

1:09:49
exposing their clevage,
and parts of their thighs.

1:09:52
Imagining fatal charms for
their ankle bracelets.

1:09:56
Provoke on those newly red,
debauched lips...

1:09:59
the thick flow
of pestilent fluids.


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