Francisco Vaz Brasil
For where I will go, I won’t be able
to take my books and my DVDs.
My memories will be recorded
in the hands of my clocks.
With me I will lead under my arms,
only this bottle of wine, to temper the
meats of my body that the worms
will go to eat…
Moreover, I want you hear Beatles
and the young read texts of
Capote, Joyce and Hemingway.
bottle of wine tint of blood