Minha Casa

It's easier
To worship the dead
Than the living
Easier to live
From shadows than from suns
It's easier
To mimeograph the past
Than to print the future

I don't want to be sad
Like the poet who ages
Reading Mayakovsky
At the convenience store
I don't want to be happy
Like the dog that goes for a walk
With its happy owner
Under the Sunday sun

Nor do I want to be stagnant
Like someone who builds roads
And doesn't walk
I want in the dark
To grope like a blind man
Distracted stars
I want in the dark
To grope like a blind man
Distracted stars

Wild blackberries
On the public walkway
Secret loves
Under umbrellas
Storms that don't stop
Lightning rods for those who don't have
Even if the train doesn't come
I can't stop
Storms that don't stop
Lightning rods for those who don't have
Even if the train doesn't come
I can't stop

I see the world go by
Like a samba school
That crosses
I ask where are
Your tambourines?
I ask where are
Your tambourines?
Sitting on the doorstep
Of my house
The same and only house
The house where I always lived
The house where I always lived
The house where I always lived