I know that the man washed his hair as if it were long Poem by Daniel Faria

I know that the man washed his hair as if it were long
Because he had a woman on his mind
I know that he washed it as if counting the strands

I know that he dried it with that woman's light
With his very clear eyes fixed on the centre
Of love, in the powerful transaction
Of love

I know that he cut his hair to look for her
I know that the woman gradually lost her cut-up clothes

It was a man visualised in the heart of the woman who washed
His hair in her blood

In the running water

It was a man leaning like the fisherman on the banks to listen
And the woman sang so that the man could breathe