WINE, Francisco Vaz Brasil

WINE
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.

In my stream bed only this
bottle of wine tint of blood