Sculpture bidimensional

The image sculptor stood by the road
holding his chisel and looking around
trying to find something worthy
of his divine efforts.

The dawn approached
stealing our luxuries
and Babylon was slowly sliding
from the face of the earth.

This man all by himself
can give divine birth
and make eternal
the cigar I smoke.
Light into stone,
shadows and colors,
nothing can escape from the touch
of the sculptor.


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Arata

Walking through the street
he looks at everyone
for so his eye can meet
the special one.

With a camera in his hand
in such a camaraderie
he comes with no friend
alone and free.




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Hole blessing

She's on her knees
religiously
every day
, as if to pray,
but she'd rather go
to hell... She blows.


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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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