The cities of São Cosme and São Damião
have twenty million souls between them.
They are separated by mutual ignorance,
spanned by a single narrow bridge.
Children occasionally make the crossing,
and return full of unfamiliar sweets.
The blind, the mad and the extremely old
maintain friendships across the divide.
The rest live as silent neighbors,
often dying unaware.
I ate a green mango,
given to me by a stranger.
Now I can’t stop seeing all of you,
here in my own hometown.