I infuse the herbs in the boiling water
While Chopin caresses my skin
Anna besides me, mourn for her prison altar
In a frozen and beautiful cage, full of sins
I see mine far in the middle of my tropical land
Completely surrounded by misunderstand
How dare they hold the most beautiful birds
In a cage that floats in the sea of nonsense?
Anna in this poem is Anna Akhmátova, who wrote a lot about the Stálin era in Soviet Union. I live in Brazil, and we had a military dictatorship for some time. Now, unfortunately, I see the possibility of this happening again.
