Walking in Two Worlds

On the border between sonho e silêncio/dream and silence
Something crouches in the rugs
rustles in the china cabinet whispers in
the tables and chairs

only a thickness
in the air only a quick movement
caught out of the corner of one eye
something from the jungles of the south
a cloud of white termites the scent
of catuaba shadows that tremble incessantly

Xangô god of thunder Olokun owner of oceans
here in the cold lands
the paperweights on the windowsills
are starting fires
aqui nas terras frígidas
the snow is burning

here something
is following at our heals
hunting us down taking our measure
unweaving our dreams