Mais estomago ainda que depois de um ano inteiro e mais.Mais estomago porque Maria, coitada. Nao sinto pena na real;Maria, coitada, continua naquelajogada, quase defenestrada da janela,beirando o limite como sempre.Mais estomago porque talvez menos talento,mas mais alento claro que nao,pois ainda estamos aqui e Maria ainda nao sabede nada que e estar no presente.Ela solta a raiva, destila porque poxa,sempre tem como evitar.Mas expectativas, quer dizer,Mais expectativas?Again Maria, coloca seu bolinho dentro do forno e nao tira cru, ta? We had things to sayDisguiseduncomfortably sweetnessNever banalize the kissing smileemoticon again.We were gone andI was not done,Thinking I couldn't bareWanting to be with youThat night again.That nightThat I was wondering,You were wondering about fucking zen stuffOver added with your non pills taking- The world was unaware.Beware, I thought;and dreamt that I couldn't say,I woke up alivein a mourning date intuition'sa part of mine that never fails(witch! witch!)You were on my mind and I wasseeking for reaching you andreassure I'd not give up that easy on you, xuxu.I coudn't grab you in the air.I was stuck on the floor screamingDesperately for the ground to openso I can reach you before you hitsome black hole and diepermanently.As if you could be saved by a late me.As I could save myself from your act.I couldn't, in fact.And I actually acted like a crazy onewho kept seeking for something surely willremain unknown;I dig every fucking hole,Every single one,And when the time came I read whatwe had spoken since the beggining of our worldHow could we truly love someone we never metLaughs, family, trash, feelings, sharingWe caredI know I could have told you you weresomeway already part of meYou could have been more honestwith less jokes includedWe disguised;I wished you good luckYou kind of said goodbye.Bye bye baby.Sleep tight.Now there's no monsters andyou don't have to hide.I told you I'd love to take care of you,and I will if you don't mind.Remember best silence dawn is from Tuesday to Wednesday?When I'm woke up at this timeI'll light a joint with you in mindbelieving when you told me that nightthat you were really enlighten.You asked me what absence was.I asked you if in fact absence existed.Empirically I can tell you there's no such thing as absence.You're still aliveBut invisibly. When I look at myselfIt's only a skeletonWrapped in a skin and muscle plaqueDissolving itself invisibly to naked eyesIn sulfuric acid.My dear lungsHanging on as they canHoping I don't hang myselfAnd throw away this incrediblesurvival work.My eyes always down down downI can laugh but they won'tEven if I tried so fucking hardMy heartA peeled boiled tomatoFingernail scratchedI can see my tomato bloodstuck in your middle finger.Nevertheless, I care about me. I'm solid,I'm matterI rememberAs I reachmy own reflectionless a surprisethan a testimonyobservesmy perceptionScarcelyMy fistsI need themNowEntirelyLegs may be funIf you think about itCarefully&Mama warned meI fucked it up anywayI forgotthatI'm solidI matterMy fistsMy perceptionLegsMamaI fucked it upcarefully. You reached your destinationAnd my predestinationis finally concluded.I am particularly bruisedSmelling like anything but meAs I was in your side of the same sea.I am confused, actually.I could't forgive a single factsince