Coração
João Alexandre
Heart
Where do the springs of life begin and the crazy doubt God?
Where do the days turn dark and men think they own their lives?
Who pours words into their mouths, turning into stone or crystal?
Who paints beauty on their face, but becomes the executioner in the final blow?
Heart, between good and evil, how far apart are they?
Heart, a friend, maybe a thug, who will truly know you?
Where hate takes root and love mixes with passion?
Where life leaves us with scars and disdain turns into loneliness?
Who pours into the veins of life and in death is the deadly silence?
Who knows the truth of history, the cruel witness in the final act?
