Dona Doida                

 Adèle Prado

Once when I was a girl, rained grosso

with Lightning and flares, exactly as rain now.

When Open Windows,

the pools tremiam with the latest balls.

My mother, as who knows what is going to write a poem,

decided inspired by: chayote novinho, angu, egg sauce.

I search the chuchus and I am turning,

thirty years later. I have not seen my mother.

The woman which I opened the door, Tirso dona so old, 

with sombrinha the child shows and thighs. 

My children repudiaram me ashamed

My husband became sad until death,

I was doida in the trail.

Only do I upgrade When the rains.