The Virgin

Truth be told, she can’t get her eyes off the couple. Stuck to her fluids, in a laughter which is more of a silly sneer, Cremilde bends on the handrail when she passes by them. In the noise fading from a distance, she recognizes an old sound, those who never loved don’t deserve to be loved. She tidies herself, suddenly embarrassed from a forbidden dream. Some reprimand from the priest during confession.

   The Virgin 

de Maria João Carrilho

tradução
 Alexandra Silva

  

capa de 

  Pedro Marks