Think of the children
Deaf telepathic,

Think of the girls
Blind inexact,

Think of the women
Altered routes,

Think of the wounds
As torrid roses.

But, oh, don't you forget
Of the rose.. of the rose!

The Hiroshima Rose
The hereditary rose,

The radioactive rose
Stupid and invalid,

The rose with cirrhosis,
The atomic anti-rose.

Without colour, without perfume
Without rose, without nothing.


Vinicius de Moraes