A black woman shaken by the demon
Wants to taste of a sad infant, a new and
Criminal fruit under their torn clothes
This glutton gets ready for crafty work

To her belly she happily compares two nipples
And, so high that the hand will not know how to capture
She shoots the dark shock of her boots
Like some inept tongue unrestrainedly

Against the fearful nudity of a gazelle
Who trembles, on her back like a mad elephant
Reversed she waits and admires herself with zeal,
Laughing with her naïve teeth at the child;

And on her legs where the victim is laid down,
Lifting a black skin opened under the hair
Ahead of this strange mouth’s palate
Pale and pink as a marine shellfish

10/11/08