Noite Torta [English translation]

The room inside a fruit bowl

The nature is dead

Oranges, apples and pears

Bananas, wax made figs

They adorn the crooked night

Under the bedroom window

The bed remains empty

I look deeply into our portrait

Smiling over the nightstand

During the cold night

The shower is dripping

What a fast bath

You went away wet

My soul cries on the mirror

Out there is so cold

Alone in this kitchen

Standing I have some cofee

The dirty china on the sink

Reminds me of the dirty clothes

On the tank that life is