Putz “menina” vê se aprende!
Só abra a boca se lhe perguntarem
Paz de espírito também depende da gente.
E quem há de defender criançinhas?
Mulheres indefesas e corações roubados?
E você com isso? Vai ter com teu mundinho,
Cuidar do teu pequenino jardim, regar teus lírios
Abrir tuas janelas.
O mundo já esta superlotado de heróis, os livros estão abarrotados. Vá inventar outra moda.
Mas quem foi que disse que quero ser heroína?
Me faltam poderes e aliás, sequer tenho uma capa.
Só penso. E quando digo que penso, tenho a convicção que às vezes temos uma parte do mundo nas mãos.
Sei que falo demais, abro a matraca e me falta o filtro das palavras
Mas por vezes sou tentada a ser o que me ensinaram quando criança,
Fiel a princípios. Haja o que houver. Sabe?? Não??
Ah! Pode parar com essa conversa de menina correta, bem educada.
Isso me cansa. Você tem é que fazer o que te mandam e pronto.
Nem sempre princípios compram o sustento. Vai viver de que?
De defesas? De poesia livre? De sonhos?
Não, muito dificilmente.
Mas hei de ter mente livre e espírito leve.
Utopia.
Talvez seja,
Mas não quero um espaço nos livros,
Quero que eles tenham espaço dentro de mim, pra poder ensinar e fazer “utopizar” a parte de mim que não Esmorece.
Putz “menina” vi que é em vão então,
Nunca há de aprender com a vida e as pancadas que já levou.
Tua dor já não te bastou?
É ai que você se engana,
Minha munição é incolor.
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SOLILOQUY
Damn "girl" sees you learn! Just open your mouth if asked
Peace of mind also depends on us.
And who is to defend little kids? Defenseless women and stolen hearts?
And you with it? Go to your little world, Taking care of your little garden, watering your lilies
Open your windows.
The world is already cluttered with heroes, the books are packed.
Go invent another fashion.
But who said I want to be heroin? I lack the power and indeed, even have a cape.
Just think. And when I say what I think, I am convinced that we sometimes have a part of the world in our hands.
I know I talk too much, open my trap and I lack the filter of words
But sometimes I am tempted to be what I was taught as a child, Faithful to the principles.
Whatever happens. You know? Not?
Peace of mind also depends on us.
And who is to defend little kids? Defenseless women and stolen hearts?
And you with it? Go to your little world, Taking care of your little garden, watering your lilies
Open your windows.
The world is already cluttered with heroes, the books are packed.
Go invent another fashion.
But who said I want to be heroin? I lack the power and indeed, even have a cape.
Just think. And when I say what I think, I am convinced that we sometimes have a part of the world in our hands.
I know I talk too much, open my trap and I lack the filter of words
But sometimes I am tempted to be what I was taught as a child, Faithful to the principles.
Whatever happens. You know? Not?
Oh, can stop this conversation right now girl, well educated. That bores me.
You have to do is what you're told and go.
Principles do not always buy a living. That will live? Defenses? Free poetry? Dreams?
No, hardly. But can I have free mind and spirit light.
Utopia.
Perhaps,
But I do not want a space in books, I want them to have space within me, so I can teach and do "utopizar" part of me that does not detract.
You have to do is what you're told and go.
Principles do not always buy a living. That will live? Defenses? Free poetry? Dreams?
No, hardly. But can I have free mind and spirit light.
Utopia.
Perhaps,
But I do not want a space in books, I want them to have space within me, so I can teach and do "utopizar" part of me that does not detract.
Damn "girl" saw it was in vain then,
Never there to learn about life and the blows that has taken.
Your pain is no longer sufficient for you?
That's where you're wrong,
My ammo is colorless.
Never there to learn about life and the blows that has taken.
Your pain is no longer sufficient for you?
That's where you're wrong,
My ammo is colorless.
Nunca deixe de dizer o que pensa. Abraço.
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