Beleza

Beauty is only achieved when the oil lamp is lit
Illuminating the soul, one understands their own fate
And when one sees the wire that ties everyone
Hanging from the stakes under an indifferent Sun

Beauty only after a unleashed bleeding
Opened in the wound of the dangers of love
And when the shadow
Sad of remorse fades away

That makes you look inside to
Face the pain
Notice this silence that
Extends from the window

Review your past and eat the
Garbage it holds
Wandering without redemption is also
Part of the question

Gathering these crumbs to
Remake the bread
It doesn't come decorated by nature
But from this sadness, this compost of resentment

Beauty is the storm that dirties and
Cuts a vision
And crushes any dream with a
Scream of terror