A andorinha

A cynical howl leaves as a mark
The pavement will rise by my trunks
And in the poplar of the Paper City
I'll light a cigarette to hollow the wind
And then
The swallow will fly
As it notices that Diogenes lamp

Turned to a cloudy limelight

That goes infinetely
Looking for the honest man
Who lies still relentless in the darkness.

À musa.

De seio e alma
Oscile

Sobretudo

Oscile
E nada mais.