Amadurecência

Without hours and without pains
Respectable pagan audience
Welcome to the Magic Theater

I break
I break

Poetry prevails
Poetry prevails

The first sense is escape
Well, actually it's fear
Then, escape
In the shadow evokes restlessness
A disguised alterity
Tenant of all our risks
Full youth without plans fades away
The birth occurs
I break. I break. I break. I break
Abort certain convictions
Address demons and quirks
I scourge myself
I expose scars
And wake up mine, with much more care
Much more attention!
And the tension that seemed to never pass
The vile being that passed to serve
To discern, harmonize the tone
Movement. Sound
All land I must give
Every vote I must birth
Not owe to the becoming
Never stop listening
With different eyes!
With different eyes!
With different eyes!