As Vitrines
Chico Buarque
The Shop Windows
I see you disappear around
I warned you that the city was a void
- Give me your hand
- Look at me
- Don't do this
- Don't go there
The signs coloring you
Tangle my vision
I saw you sigh in distress
And leave the session, weak from laughing
I already see you playing, enjoying being
Your shadow multiplying
In your eyes I can also see
The shop windows watching you pass by
In the gallery, every flash
Is like one day after another day
Opening a salon
You pass on display
You pass without seeing your guard
Picking up the poetry
That you spill on the floor
