The Crossroads Petition
Pomba Gira, sovereign of the seven crossroads, you who walk where paths divide and desire is laid bare, I come with honesty and without shame. I do not ask to bind, but to be made worthy of the love I seek. Open the road that is closed. Turn back the malice sent against me. Let what I desire arrive by its own free will, as you taught the night to follow day.
Offered at a crossroads or at the threshold at midnight, with a glass of cachaça poured to the earth and a red candle lit.