The palaces of Alexandria
They covered themselves with soft shadows.
She had already kissed Antônio’s lips, lifeless,
And I cried, on my knees, before Augusto, defeated …
And the servants betrayed her. Under the eagle of Rome
Trumpets resound. And twilight comes.
And the last slave of her beauty arrives,
Loud and solemn, in a whisper, he ponders:
“They will take you to him … in triumph … as a prey …”
But the curve of the swan’s neck does not change.
Tomorrow they will chain their children. Little remains:
Play with this boy until I lose my mind
And, out of pity, the black adder – last gesture –
Testify on the brown chest with an indifferent hand.