Minha Cabeça
Clarice Falcão
My Head
My head is not
A bed of roses, it's not
My partner, it doesn't
Do what I ask
My head repeats
The same things, it repeats
The same things, until
There's nothing left
My head writes
A thousand scripts with
Elaborate endings where
No one survives
My head is so
Much like me, that I
Get surprised when I
Remember I exist
Only those who can silence
Everything inside, tidy up
Everything inside, it's you
Only those who can make
Shh inside, put
Order inside, it's you
My head is worse
During the night
Because it speaks louder
And has many certainties
My head makes me
Believe I'm crazy, and then
Drives me crazy, see
The irony
My head doesn't want
To shut up, not even
For a second so I can
Hear others
My head only tricks
Me, and I don't know
If it's mine or if
I belong to it
Only those who can silence
Everything inside, tidy up
Everything inside, it's you
Only those who can make
Shh inside, put
Order inside, it's you
My head, someone silences
My head, someone removes
My head, someone changes
My head, someone mutes
My head, someone silences
My head, someone removes
My head, someone changes
My head, someone mutes
My head, someone silences
My head, someone removes
My head, someone changes
My head, someone mutes
My head, someone kicks
My head, someone kills
My head, someone punches
My head, someone cuts
