All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel, hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…

All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.

This force compelling me to write Even in the most nubilous mood, I left scattered, unchecked charac… Things said no one eventually bear… Do what?

My lack of love My fault ambitions It is not a song That fault is my curse Dancing from a sky after the storm

Not so cool not so groovy, old lab… I would like to like my style, to… Become the fun that is still there… But baby, something in my lonely b… Some dark faire has bewitched me

A Pica do Poema do caralho: não sei que caralho valho! Redundâcia é tripla, Que caralho é esse malho Com que foderei teus cornos, esmag…

As the memory is the faculty of fo… But not all in all, the last remai… I say it is subjectively occurring When your doubts about yourself ar… As certitude has sadly ended

Anne Sexton felt the need of reli… Oh starry, starry night, I am wel… For that is my nature, to gaze at… To float in a windful sea of waves… Seated gazing at that sexton’s sta…

I see a train arriving at the stat… A train coming from a far away nat… Someone said that I should be wri… Looking, mirroring trains, how int… Experience needs some evidence,

Somethings perceived you when you… Fact only reverberating in you so… To see the young girls of Maria M… Why don’t know from who are writin… But that Xangô says it is an impo…

When we are lesser than caged bird… When the road was in high water The skies further an F5 tornado When our ground cracks its matter And subdue all around, I won’t st…

Short and direct as dangerous sect… Founder of a religion like dear S… It Was a reality, not an urban my… Not principles, that I actually a… Nor lack of Cassandra’s touch, se…

How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another rive… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…

Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…

I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,