"o som é simples
é só ouvir
e repetir,
horas e horas perco pois o tempo pede complicações
não segue o ritmo

this is the time to say goodbye
nobody's fault

blood is a sequence
never a consequence

you forge ahead; I lie down on the path
i cannot be the glue no more for every time I glue me back
i take long days to pick up the pieces
i forget to breathe and wake up alone
sweaty and confused - less guilty, perhaps?

i should not be wishes, nor fantasies, nor glue
"it's not me, it's you" but the honest version.
never did I think I would pick up my own pieces
and not yours

i hand it over to you
i appoint you as janitor of those broken crystals
you never took care of gently enough
so I say... have a good one.

the sun shines and there are a million of warm hues to look at
the rain falls and there are a million songs yet to be heard

cotton candy so dense it would be easy to believe the airplane could bounce off of it if it fell from the sky"

(2020)