Maria Alice Bragança, translated by Malu Baumgarten
An autumn night. It rains.
There’s lightning and thunder
these are ambulance sirens.
It's colder outside.
Tears overflow for
nearly 500,000 deaths. It rains.
how many minutes of silence
and mourning? Eight years perhaps? It rains.
I cry. Fear peers
through the window with me.
Fear lurks
like the virus.
It rains.
poem ©Maria Alice Bragança
translation ©Malu Baumgarten
photo ©Malu Baumgarten