Transformation

I looked at your eyes and

they were green like the sea,

in that time. Do you remember it?

Do you remember everything

that we have done? What we—

we’ve been through? That time

you looked at me, crying

and I held you throughout your

bleak sadness that wouldn't

go away, because you looked

at yourself and saw only

only wounds and blood and I

I tried, I swear I tried, but

it would never be enough.

But I looked at you, I looked at

you—

I think classical was

playing on the background,

calming, smooth, sad. It…

it enervated me. Couldn't even

concentrate when you turned;

all sharp angles and hard glint

in your eyes.

I said, "please, don't," but--

but you laughed derisively and

something-- I think something...

I could've heard something break.

I wanted to ask you so,

so many things, but you had

already turned your back

on me, and...

you hadn't even

stopped or turned when I

when I heard you say

"Goodbye, brother," you had said

and all that was left

it was nothing, nothing left

because—

because you had taken everything

you had taken everything with you.

[listen to it]

Tarde Qualquer

Às vezes, paro e fico olhando

A parede parece tão interessante

Quanto a árvore tocada pela brisa

Numa tarde de qualquer estação

Relembro fragmentos

Que já sei estarem velhos

Redesenhados

Inconfiáveis

Relembro dos desenhos

Que na TV me faziam a alegria

Das músicas

Que de tanto ouvir sabia de cor

Das brincadeiras

Que por pobreza aprendi a brincar

Dos provérbios

Que me atraía desvendar

Então percebo que

Aquele não mais meu mundo é

Sacudo a cabeça

Como quem acaba de sonhar

E saio do transe

Que como rastro deixa a nostalgia

E volto para a minha vidinha

Que com o tempo aprendi a viver

Sem alegrias

Encantos

Simplicidade

Facilidade

Volto à vida

A qual vida não deveria se chamar