Retrato Em Branco e Preto

I already know the steps of this road
I know it won't lead to anything
I know your secrets by heart
I already know the stones on the way
And I also know that there alone
I will stay, even worse
What can I do against the charm
Of this love that I deny so much
Avoid so much
And yet
It always comes back to enchant
With its same sad old facts
That in a photo album
I stubbornly collect

There I go again like a fool
Looking for the sorrow
That I'm tired of knowing
New sad days, clear nights
Verses, letters, my dear
I still come back to write to you
To tell you that this is a sin
I carry my chest so marked
With memories of the past
And you know the reason
I will collect another sonnet
Another portrait in black and white
To mistreat my heart

I will collect another sonnet
Another portrait in black and white
To mistreat my heart