Anjos Tronchos [English translation]

Some distorted angels from the Silicon Valley

Those that live in darkness while under light

Told me: Go be triumphant in your addictions

To the screens of a bluer shade of blue

Now my history is a dense algorithm

That sells blindfolds to real sellers

My neurons have gotten a new alternate rhythm

And more, and more, and more, and more, and more

Arab Spring - and soon came the horror

Wishing the world to end

Shadows of love

Stupid leaders blossomed, macabre

In the Empire and in its wide backyards

As ancient empires come back to life

Armed with complete control

Angels who are millionaires or even billionaires

Only command their millions, billions, trillions

And when we're not stupid

Listen to Shoenberg, Webern, Cage, songs...

Oh, beautiful girl

You're here

Without skin, screen to screen

Here we are

A vile post can kill

Who can represent salvation?

What cloud, if there's not even space

No time, no yes, no no

Yes: no no

But there are some poems like never before

Or unlike anything a poet has ever dreamed with

In the times that were sometime ago

And I'm going, why not?

I'm going, why not? I'm going

Some distorted angels from the Silicon Valley

Touched deep within the smallest grain

And as we ask ourselves about the beginning

Miss Eilish does everything in her room with her brother