CARLOS ENES - (I deliver the body to the disheveled)

I deliver the body to the disheveled
the thought to the fury of the seas
the heart to the fire of the flood.

In your hands
I wait the baptism with no chants nor epiphanies.
A stone of crystalline salt
a drop of irreverent balm
is enough for the sun to proclaim
aleluias all night long.




Carlos Enes, Cicatriz da Chuva, 2016
Tradução: Rogério Sousa