I am an educated fool
tearing myself in two...

Welcome to my today.
the door is ajar...

Let me walk on holy ground with you
as you touch my soul and my world expands...

Your two-handed sword fell from your hands
creating space for my dreamy fingers...

What is this thing
stopping my hand midair...

Manoel died
and the world...

In that part of the world,
the sky is in exile...

Nothing belongs to me
even my life...

The color of her skin holds untold stories of...
and as she passes by barefoot and in white...

My transparent heart just wants
cliches, lies and the eternal abandonment...

Did i tell you i was his muse
for a year and a couple of cigarettes...

She became a hymn, a solemn something
after the indescribable understanding...