The ass is so funny The ass is so funny. It's always smiling, it's never tragic. He doesn't care what goes in front of his body. The ass is enough. Is there anything else? Maybe the breasts. Well - murmurs the ass - these boys still have a lot to study. The ass are twin moons in a round waving. It walks by itself in the mimosa cadence, in the miracle of being two in one, fully. The ass has fun on its own. And loves. In bed, he stirs. Mountains swell, descend. Waves crashing on an infinite beach. There goes smiling his ass. Go happy in the caress of being and rocking. Harmonious spheres over chaos. The ass is the ass, ass. Carlos Drummond de Andrade