My grandmother prophesied the end Of your empires, O fools! She was ironing. The radio was on. The earth trembled under our feet. Someone important was giving a speech. “Monster!” she called him. There were cheers, long applause for the monster. “I could kill him with my bare hands,” She announced to me. There was no need to. They were all Going to the devil any day now. “Don’t go blabbering about this to anyone,” She warned me. And pulled my ear to make sure I understood. Charles Simic
de Cristina Fernandes e Rui Manuel Amaral