No cry of victory had sounded yet
from this head
when the bus turned in to Vitória
In a way
I felt cheated
when the taxi driver somewhat later
drove me all the way out to the costly end
so as to save me
Out there lay the harbor the ships
in the dark
guarded by melancholy cranes
and the engine humming
along the bay
and the dark sand
The little illuminated shore pavilions
seduced the remains of a holiday
out in the water
where
the oil clings
to the frigate bird's dress
Vitória
What a name!
The next morning I slipped out
like a coin changing hands
What stars
shine over this economy I wonder
What Vitórian ass
kicks out in the sun with his diamond toe