A black butterfly

entered by the windows of the Hilton.

It glides inside the coffin

and a crash of bones

was lit of its silky wings.

While janitors and mice

tried to abort the flight.



A black butterfly

was filtered by the arteries of the magnate

and the children sang an instant

while the dusk

prepared a skin and a bridal

In the night,

breathless buttons,

elevator men tired

pursued the black butterfly

by the pipes of the luxurious coffin.



The night exploded its black lights

sailed the sky of the east

and the weak butterfly of the moon

traveled through the dream of ruins

of it mortars and the cement.



A blue butterfly

left the Hilton

in the arrive of the morning.



Translation: Maria Eugenia Caseiro