Divine message

Each day you pass by sober
you grow less wise and much older.

(a cada dia que se passa sóbrio
você fica mais velho e menos sábio.)


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The last grams (of love)

It was so thin
that I could feel it
fleeing away
through my fingers.



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morning's hangover

(banished to suffer under sunlight)

There’s no way: I'm guilty.
My sin was great
and for what I’ve made
I ought to pay mutely.



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Sinking

What am I trying to prove?

That life is not a waste of time?
That I can love and be loved?
That I'm someone better than I am?
That, even being a boy, I'm a man?

What am I trying to prove?

why do I have to prove?
what's to be proved?
and what's a proof?

Am I waterproof?



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Prophecy

For I was not a little gay
in the absence of today
I cannot doubt that tomorrow
is another day of sorrow.



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Stupidents

and I'm one of them...


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Romulus' complaint

Opressed by the city I have founded
I walk through the streets without knowing
a place to go where I can find some peace.


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Whisper of Bliss

or Whiskey’s Kiss

Sink into my arms
and maybe we’ll find
the way to a place
where sleepy stars
twinkle, laugh and shine
in amusement and grace.

We ought to gather
our heads tonight
and go together
into day’s delight.

Rest over my chest,
oh, sad sweet angel,
‘cause resting we’ll fly
over the cypress,
towards the rainbow
that lies in the sky.

In sunset, again,
when light leaves the coast,
put your head against
my chest and sink the most.
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InterNep Tune

I was caught
in world wide webs,
like a lot
of other mind-dabs.


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