The hammock between two mango trees
swayed in the sunken world.
It was hot, windless.
Above was the sun,
between were leaves.
It was broiling.
And since I had nothing to do, I developed a passion for the legs of the laundress.
One day she came to the hammock,
curled up in my arms,
gave me a hug,
gave me her breasts
that were just for me.
The hammock turned over,
down went the world.
And I went to bed
with a fever of forty degrees.
And a giant laundress with giant breasts was spinning around in the greenness of
space.
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)
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