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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