Essay "Procession of Souls"
White folks roam the streets of Mariana during the night.
They are souls. That they pray for other souls.
We do not need to know who those people are. Their faces do not have to be seen. Their bodies do not have to be seen. According to one of the legends of the region, one should not even spy on its passage, under the risk of death for those who do.
They throw feathers* of chickens in the wind. Possibly with pity* for those who died. Or thinking of the penance* to which they may be subjected "on the other side" for their un-confessed earthly sins before death.
"Pray some more, pray some more, pray one more prayer;
Pray some more, pray some more for the soul that died without confession.
Pray some more, pray some more, pray novena and trezena;
Pray some more, pray some more for the soul that died without fulfilling its punishment."
* these 3 words are translated as “pena” in Portuguese, although they have 3 very different meanings