PRISONS

Por Pedro Du Bois (Balneário Camboriú, SC)

I close my eyes at the sight of cars

lined up on the narrow street

standing at the red light

those which carry us

those which take us and bring us back

the sight is terrifying as it shows

imprisoned people

by closed windows

from locked doors

the red traffic light precedes

the red of the

thrown body

I turn a blind eye to fate

in repetition: I know about the signal

open to the body

wich narrowly escapes.