Queria Ter Pra Te Dar

What an embarrassment is your complexion
There must be something in the world more concise
I need you to come
To disconfigure me
Wet me with your sea eyes

It was immense and I don't even know
Your voice adorned my judgment
Judgment that I don't have
To justify myself
But I wanted to have to give you

A king's crown
A ship to the beyond sea, to the invisible
Of course I don't have
To gift you
But I wanted to have to give you

If reason no longer suits
It is necessary to suture the indecisive
I need more time
To balance myself
And steal from your mouth that air

Forcefully plunder the law
To concentrate on your navel
Courage that I don't have
To vulgarize myself
But I wanted to have to give you