Bom, Ruim, Assim Assim

You know something? Everything can be good, bad, and mostly
so so
Everything all at once or not, and not necessarily in that order
Good is arriving at the beach in the evening, sunset announcement, the water
with gentle waves
Playing ball in the foam and under the sky fits as if it were Tafaréu.

It's also good when it starts to rain
And the drops tickle the surface of the sea
As if an infinite school of fish promised to satisfy the hunger
Of all Vidigal, Rocinha, City of God, and Vigário Geral.

Bad is remembering that friend who with a surfboard in hand
Died from a stolen kiss from a lightning, from the memory the rush,
The fear... the fear... fear is good, bad is the fear of being afraid!

Good to return, exchange rain for beer and join the soccer game
The ball goes out and as in Rubem Braga's chronicle, it's up to you
You control it, juggle it, and return it smoothly... with
a perfect shot
Bad is the twinge in the thigh, limping away discreetly...
The shame of feeling decadent isn't bad, bad is the pride that
refuses to acknowledge the decline.

It's good the strange city you've never been to and know you'll
never return to
And in this place you have a dull obligation that you fulfill with
style and precision
Drawing a perfect day in the arch of time

When night falls, it's good to take a shower and under the shower it's good
to feel nostalgia,
Bad is not feeling nostalgia, and how good it is to wander aimlessly through the streets
of the city
Thinking about what you've done with your life and what life has done to you

Good is dreaming, achieving is not so good, but bad is not
achieving

The end of a great love is very, very bad, a great love has no end!
Good is loving, bad is loving... Good is facing life with fantasy.
When a poet disappears, it's good to put on a Bogar hat that
can solve everything...
Bad is finding the precipice, dying shouldn't be so bad
like that...
And it can be good to talk about good and bad, and it can be worse so so... good!
By Mamma!