Conquista do Espelho

I stole these verses
Like someone stealing bread
With an urgent hand
With urgency in the heart
I told stories
Invented victories
Like someone lazy
Like someone seeking justice
With my own hands

I stole almost everything I have
Just to get your attention
And when I got home
I saw a thief living there
I lost almost everything I had
The peace
The patience
The urgency that led me by the hand

An endless night
In a dark cell
Feeling
Gentlemen
Censors without the power to censor
The noise of engines
In a torture room
Ladies and gentlemen
Censors without sensory talent

The bitter taste of the word betrayal
Never left my mouth again
No praise for any passion
Never left my mouth again

A poorly slept night
A country in bad shape
Without sleep
Without censorship
100% of nothing is nothing:
It's very little

Without sleep
Without censorship
100% of nothing is nothing:
It's very little