Dor de Cotovelo

Jealousy hurts in the elbows
At the roots of the hair
Freezes the soles of your feet
Makes your muscles go weak
And your stomach empty and craving
It hurts from the surface of the skin to the core of the bone
Gnaws from the tailbone to the neck
Lights a white flame in your belly
You love the enemy
And become the enemy of love
Jealousy hurts from the bed to the edge
It hurts outward in the scenery
Burns under the setting sun
Runs through the veins in the branches
Cuts through the voice and the melody