Lady on the road

Behind her
For a moment
Just a moment
The sky is very full

Dreams in the air
Lost hopes
Nightmares

Good for nothing
A vagabond dog barks
At the ghosts’s shadows everywhere

- Mother…
She cries
One world after the time

Old thoughts
Lost words
Relief no more

To the tremors
Her veins claims the sugar
The honey
The milk

Above the food’s urgency
Her old demon chuckles
And mocks
Again:

- What about that drink
Sweet lady?

O absoluto é orgânico?

O discurso articulado empreendo

Os atos é que não

Em outros olhos me vejo

Sem que melhor me entenda

E deles, afinal, serei distante

Até o fim

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