Carta de Um Marginal

I received by mail a letter from a hospital
Saying it was from a client who was very ill
Whose name I had already read in a newspaper

It said: Dear poet, only you who have memory
Can turn my failed story into verses

My destiny was traced with my upbringing
The womb that bore me was neglect and betrayal
I was cursed from the day of my conception

I passed over the pill
I was conceived in discomfort
My mother took medicine to see if I was born dead

I came into the world by chance and didn't know my parents
I was thrown into a field in pieces of newspapers
The police found me while looking for criminals

Someone took care of me, making me a beggar
They raised me as a son and put me in school
They raised me as a son and put me in school

I didn't want to work, didn't value studying
Always disobeying my superiors
I hit my classmates
Insulted my teacher

I got into drugs along with the gang
My life was cursed even inside the school

I was expelled from a school for illegal trafficking
I dishonored a minor and ran away from home
And I joined the heavy stuff with a group of criminals

I don't tell everything in detail because my time is short
I didn't want anything to do with work
My business was stealing

In the life of a robber, everyone feared me
I was the terror of the dark night and did all that was bad
A germ like me is only good when meeting the end

Always evading the police and killing in ambush
I seduced many maidens
Committed armed robbery

In that same place where I was found
By the police patrol a long time ago
Hiding from a robbery, I was shot by them

The bullet entered my chest and wounded my heart
They made a lot of effort but I have no salvation

I won't write to you anymore because my sight is so poor
I can't speak either
My throat is hoarse
I finish the letter spitting a lot of blood from my mouth

I can't speak either
My throat is hoarse
I finish the letter spitting a lot of blood from my mouth
I finish the letter spitting a lot of blood from my mouth