I am your night, your bedroom
if you want to sleep
I bid farewell
with my being torn into pieces
like the silence on the contrary
And while I wait
I write some verses
That I tear the notes later
I can be your fado, your bard
If you want to listen to something
I am your eunuch, your soprano,
A herald
I am the sun into your sleepless night,
I am a radio
I am your skin inside out
I am your coat
When you go out
I am your asphalt
When you go out
I rain over your hair and
along all your way
I am your location
into some verses that I write
and tear the notes later