For the month of July, our correspondent sent a picture of a gorgeous arara from Parß (herself) and a fun poem by Paulo Leminski who, I'm very sad to say, died in 1989. She says she chose this one because I'm a cook and an amateur astronomer...
Can't think of a nicer thing to say right now than this poem by Paulo Leminski:
| lß fora e no alto | Outside and high above |
| o cΘu fazia | the sky was making |
| todas as estrelas que podia | all the stars it could |
| na cozinha | in the kitchen |
| debaixo da lΓmpada | under the lamp |
| minha mπe escolhia | my mother picked |
| feijπo e arroz | the beans and the rice |
| andr⌠meda para cß | andromeda this way |
| altair para lß | altair that way |
| sirius para cß | sirius this way |
| estrela dalva para lß | the morning star that way |
| From: La vie en close, 1991. |
Translation by Sheila Thomson with much affection to the author.