Anjos Tronchos

Some crooked angels from Silicon Valley
Those who live in the dark in broad daylight
Said: Be virtuous in vice
From screens of blues bluer than blue

Now my story is a dense algorithm
That sells sales to real sellers
My neurons gained a new rhythm
And more, and more, and more, and more, and more

Arab Spring
And soon the horror
Wanting the world to end
Shadows of love

Clown leaders sprouted macabre
In the empire and its vast yards
To review empires already millennia old
Equipped with total controls

Angels already millionaires, or billionaires, or trillionaires
Command only their million, billion, trillion
And we, when we are not fools
Listen to Schoenberg, Webern, Cage, songs

Ah, beautiful brunette
You are here
Without skin, screen to screen
We are here

A vile post could kill
What can be salvation?
What cloud, if there is no space?
No time, no yes, no no
Yes, no

But there are poems like never before
Or as some poet dreamed
In times when there were times before
And I go, why not? I go, why not? I go

Some crooked angels from Silicon Valley
Touched the deepest grain
And while we wonder about the beginning
Miss Eilish does everything from her room with her brother