Pelo Vinho e Pelo Pão

How many eyes do you have
To speak to me
How many mouths do you say
To look at me
How many teeth were sad
How many were loneliness
Others were different
They were not born for the ground
Clear evident hairs
Will be born in each hand
Livid and aware
For the wine and for the bread
Kisses of sweet poison
I want yes and I want no
For the fire of sudden changes
They challenge the heart