Na Primeira Manhã

On the first morning I lost you
I woke up more tired than alone
Like a nobleman talking to the birds
Like a bull without a captain
And I groaned like the trees do
Like the breeze coming down from the hills
Like someone losing their balance and going crazy
Like a bull in the middle of a crowd

On the second morning I lost you
It was too late to be alone
I crossed streets, roads, and paths
Like a car speeding the wrong way
From the corner of my mouth in a whisper
I made a crazy, absurd tune
The nighttime wail of the widowers
Like a cat moaning in the basement
Loneliness