You wish for sleep: strip yourself of sounds

' Tu queres sono: despete-te dos ruídos ' 

You wish for sleep: strip yourself of sounds, and

of the remains of the day, take out of your mouth

the dagger and the traffic, shadows of

your shouts, and clothes, tears, ropes and

also faces that mount over your

sonorous way of giving, and other bodies

that lay down and step on one another, and the flies

that hover over the corpse of your father, and the pain (do not listen)

that gets ready to hoe your night-watch, and the corners that

forgot your arms and so many movements

that lose your silences, and the high winds

that do not rest, that look at you out of the window

and penetrate through your door like madmen

for nothing abandons you nor you yourself to sleep.

- Ana Cristina Cesar