I went over to Avenida do UruguaiA woman there, Dona Rosa,helps me out now and againShe lives on the seventh floorI ring the bell, and the door of the building opensI walk in, and my face drops“Elevator out of order”Imagine walking up six flightsOn crutches…I had to walk up six flightsI was fuckedAbsolutely exhaustedI finally get thereI ring the bell“Dona Rosa, how are you?”“Very well, thanks”“And your husband?”“Fine, thanks be to God”“Could you help me out a bit?”“I'll see what I can do”She comes back and hands me two yogurtsHanded you what?Two yogurtsTwo fuckin' yogurtsI was fumingI was expecting moneyAnyway, I put the yogurts in my bagand prayed the whole way downthat they'd be strawberry
Pedro Costa, In Vanda's room