Crypts of breeding bastardy

Amalia Grimaldi

Coffee and Carnivals

Sugar cane, coco nut candies

And the carnal tropical mania: soul and flesh.

Smelly and sweaty in its instinct

 Brings new auguries

And the essence of vague instincts

Accomplishes the air of certainties.

Salvador, mysterious alleys of narrow streets

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Vague boredom of early warm afternoons.

Up hills, down hills, drummed nights and days

And singing from noisy distant merchants

Whispering winds and fluttering banners 

The church, and the “turibulum” of vague frankincense.

A polished symbol of earlier vanished spontaneity.

I grew up between the treasuries of greatest wealth:

The popular imagination and consecrated faith

Between the kingdom and the colony.