The hammock between two mango trees <br />swayed in the sunken world. <br />It was hot, windless. <br />Above was the sun, <br />between were leaves. <br />It was broiling. <br /> <br />And since I had nothing to do, I developed a passion for the legs of the laundress. <br /> <br />One day she came to the hammock, <br />curled up in my arms, <br />gave me a hug, <br />gave me her breasts <br />that were just for me. <br />The hammock turned over, <br />down went the world. <br /> <br />And I went to bed <br />with a fever of forty degrees. <br />And a giant laundress with giant breasts was spinning around in the greenness of <br />space.<br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-onset-of-love/
