The Essence [Portuguese translation]

Chasing my own shadow

I'll end up falling in love

with a “construct” of affection.

Charmed by fire strokes,

I keep love for no one.

I killed feeling great pleasure,

and yet I suffered in vain,

restraining my attitudes.

I fought my sexual instinct,

Hiding truth behind chastity.

What a touch-down,

when I realized

my nature is a-sexual.

And yet I hugged a man

fitting my whole universe

In his handsome body.

I prayed you would choke

In your questionable words.

I hoped I could stop

Trying to be myself.

All I want is being shapeless

Like spring water

On the top of the trees in winter.

I'll sink into your arms

Sneaking out of my fantasy world

just to be a judge ,

just for your approval,

your approval of my imperfection.

Fountains are spilling humans:

born dead,

They are the byproducts of

extreme coupling.

Blood is raining on glass spheres

and their bulimic shapes.

Lily flags are proof of the princess presence

In the North Tower, but I’m sick ,

Stuck to those holy walls , climbed to rescue her

long dark braids dropping from the balcony.

The thought of those dandy faces staring at me

makes me shiver.

I am caught doing my games,

Harmless and undressed

In front of the bourgeois Court.

Creativity goes far beyond your drawings

of primordial demons silver mucus.

Blooding wrists are a good enough eye-catcher:

people’s attention is an act of trust.

Allow yourself to be sincere.

Truth is not real ,

gonna get you a compromise,

a slightly warm fire touching

our crutches.

Lead tears slide on the stairs of the heart .

I’ll never forget

What you are,

what you were,

What you always will be,

My divine enemy , bitter sweet paper doll.

Old-fashioned adolescent clichés

Appeal to someone else.

Ulysses never woke up from his piggish dreams.

We're similar

We're unlike

Does it make any difference?

We are flowers

Picking up crockery from ruins.

We're spreading our wings

To the Sky

and our legs to Hell.