na selva, na relva da noite.

the brain's rain
slowly swallowing
my eyes blue eyes
river inside a head of stone
just saw it coming
darkshines and a fear
the jealous untied
like a shirt with no bottoms
on a day with some rain
feel the flood
I'm writing to my
sweating hands
defetead man
but look aside
watch a born
crying that makes you smile
a world of receptivity
rise and fly
you'll be a man
you'll be a woman
life's not a novel
but you should read it

can we get lost
or morir
sin espada
numa estrada
que não leva
a nada?