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He loved once as if it were the last time
Kissed his woman as if she were the last one
And each child as if they were unique
And crossed the street with shy steps
He climbed the construction as if he were a machine
He built in the landing four solid walls
Brick with brick in a magic design
His eyes were dull by the concrete and tears
He sat to rest as if it were Saturday
Ate beans and rice as if he were a prince
Drank and laughed as if he were listening to music
And stumbled in the sky as if he were a bird
And ended up in the land like a flaccid package
He agonized in the middle of the public esplanade
He died at the wrong way confusing the traffic
 
He made love once as if he were the last one
Kissed his woman as if she were the only one
And each child as if they were the prodigal
And crossed the street with drunk steps
Climbed to the construction as if it were solid
He built in the landing four magic walls
Brick with brick in a logical design
His eyes were dull by the concrete and traffic
He sat to rest as if he were a prince
Ate beans and rice as if it were superb
Drank and sobbed as if he was a machine
Danced and laughed as if he were the next one
And stumbled in the sky as if he listened to music
And floated in the air as if it were Saturday
And ended up in the land as a shy package
He agonized in the middle of the shipwreck esplanade
He died at the wrong way confusing the public
 
He made love once as if he were a machine
He kissed his woman as if it were logical
He built in the landing four flaccid walls
And ended up in the land as a drunk package
He died at the wrong way confusing Saturday
 
For this bread to eat, for this land to sleep
The certificate to be born and the license for smile
For let me breath, for let me exist
God shall pay you
For the free cachaza (alcohol) that we have to swallow
For the smoke and misfortune that we have to cough
Fort the hanging scaffold from where we have to fall
God shall pay you
For the moaning woman (carpideira) who praises us and spits on us
And for the flies, insects which kiss and cover us
And for the final peace that will redeem us in the end
God shall pay you
 
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algebraalgebra    Ven, 25/09/2009 - 17:24

Long text, hard work ;) Congrats.