Ensaio Sobre a Cegueira

Where you cannot find a real heart anymore
Tease me with your contempt with a little attention
The lie that surrounds you is more normal than you think
Between your freedom and my right to live

Try to imagine
Try to imagine the two of us
Try to imagine
Try to imagine after that
And not to be confused
The hate of fun, the fear with peace
And not to be confused with hate and for fun
After all, we're not alone

Where you cannot find a real heart anymore
Tease me with your contempt with a little attention
The lie that surrounds you is more normal than you think
Between your freedom and my right to live

Try to imagine
Try to imagine after that
Try to imagine
Try to imagine the two of us
And not to be confused
The hate of fun, the fear with peace
And not to be confused with hate and for fun
After all, we're not alone

Young people without utopia
They walk tense through the streets of their old houses
Without any light, without any light by Fernando Pessoa
Locked in the sexual screens of impotence
They masturbate gazing at decomposing bodies!
North of my faith
Where were the hummingbird and the rainbow
At the time of the birth of these creatures
How many drops of flowers remain in the corridors of the heavens
From your mouths
What fountains are calling out your name?
Me entering a virtuous age
And they're coming of age
The children of dumb death
They smell the white powder of anemia
They forgot that one day they touched the poetry of
Transgression in the womb of their forgotten mothers
They forgot to put their ear to the ground
To hear the tender heartbeats of butterflies
The children of dumb death
They never lift a leaf to see the work of the uncertain
They never raise glasses in the moonlight to toast the
Vigorous Moon
The children of dumb death
They don't know or have never heard of lighting
They just open their mouths to vomit

And not to be confused
The hate of fun, the fear with peace
And not to be confused with hate and for fun
After all, we're not alone