Corpo Sem Juízo [English translation]

My daughter still writes me

She told me that she is coming back, that she's coming to see me one of these days

She asked for my forgiveness, saying she had transformed her body into a different body

And that I would have a hard time recognizing her

I replied that the body was hers, she was its only owner

And that my love for her had been hallowed for all eternity

My heart would be always by her body's side

No matter what form that body had

And here I am

Not even sure why I'm contemplating this body laid on the ground

Face down

I look at the dead body's head

It must've belonged to a fairly young woman

She must've been fairly concerned with her looks

Long braids all over cover the back of her head and part of her eyes

I shiver

It feels like I've seen this body before, from behind

This silhouette isn't strange to me

I hold this image in the bottom of my memories

Who could this woman be?

Someone whispers, next to me, that it was a crime of homophobia

I think of Josué, my son who isn't son

But, instead, my loved daughter

I must go away

This scene brings back memories of olden pains

My daughter said she'd come around one of these days

I'm tired. All of me hurts

Crime of homophobia?

Whose body is this?

She must be protected

The police is taking too long

I need to get closer

I want to see this body up close

There is a small detail next to the body, which I hadn't realized before:

A small shoulder bag

A bag just like mine

It's the purse my daughter asked me for, one day

A present I gave her hidden from Josué, the father

I need to get closer

Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me!

I see myself pushing through the crowd

Excuse me!

Life, excuse me! Excuse me!

I know this body. It came out of me

I plant myself here

I - sentinel of a murdered body I wasn't able to look after

This is my girl

I am in pain

My chest explodes

Something wounds my chest

Who killed my girl?

The father? Me? You?

Who killed my girl?

Who killed my girl?

My tired eyes open to a new day

I swallow the spit of my own rebelliousness

And who would've thought that you would hear me speak one day?

It's because my chains have been ripped off before I could express myself

Late, and I feel like I can't walk here

My road is long, one more jump and I arrive where I want to be

Going through my preferred path, I might even arrive at an illusion

But I carry on and not always do I listen to my heart

Night falls, the sun already goes down

Pleas in form of a prayer

Coming from a certain crowd who only helps another if they believe they deserve it

Nobody wants to know

Why care?

On this rough road, I don't earn what I deserve to get

It's like facing death and remaining immortal

It's like leaving (it) to luck and not being on the same standing

But I resist, I insist, I exist

I don't want the control of all this body without judgment

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

And that's it!

I figured I would explore the potentialities of my body

Hence, nail, hair, and so and so

Exploring the potentialities of my body, I accomplished this work

Yeah... taking from all the violence I was subjected to

Having to do with my hand, with my gestures

With being a fag, really

That's it!

It's about queerness

It's about being who I want to be

It's about freedom

It's about being a reference of fags

My references are fags

My tired eyes open to a new day

I swallow the spit of my own rebelliousness

And who would've thought that you would hear me speak one day?

It's because my chains have been ripped off before I could express myself

Late, and I feel like I can't walk here

My road is long, one more jump and I arrive where I want to be

Going through my preferred path, I might even arrive at an illusion

But I carry on and not always do I listen to my heart

Night falls, the sun already goes down

Pleas in form of a prayer

Coming from a certain crowd who only helps another if they believe they deserve it

Nobody wants to know

Why care?

On this rough road, I don't earn what I deserve to get

It's like facing death and remaining immortal

It's like leaving (it) to luck and not being on the same standing

But I resist, I insist, I exist

I don't want the control of all this body without judgment

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty

A body without judgment, which doesn't care about paradise

But one that knows that shifting fate is its duty