2026.2 | child of night

Por Zaiza Vaccarezza

at midnight

when the moon reaches its zenith

after the bells ring for the

third time the spell will be

broken

you will return to your weak

complexion and I'll finally see

you

for what you truly are

the argentian rays coming from

the mother of night

will cleanse this retched soul

that inhabits my flesh

with the soul purified

I'll finally see you for what

you are minuscule and

fearful

a trembling animal in the wind

abandoned by past lovers

and afraid of pure love

her rays will let me glowing

an ethereal shine that never quits

will I understand the weight

will I finally put on the mantle meant

for me?

as a disciple and follower of night

will I allow myself to take space

and shine unapologetically?

- open your eyes child

you're star-born

and meant to serve the cosmos!

oh mother of night

light that guides my ways

will you forgive this foolish child

that doesn't know how to

distinguish the worthy from

the unworthy

Equipe e produção editorial

Professoras orientadoras Profa. Dra. Ana Lúcia Trevisan e Profa. Dra. Elaine Prado

Editores Henrique Silva Santos e João Vítor Tortosa Rodrigues Alves

Revisão Luana Walczak e Pietra Tonti Topfstedt