OITENTAEQUATRO

 

THE COLD SEIZES ME

AND I SHIVER.

THE WINE

OVERTHROWS MY TEARS.

THE NIGHT PUTS ME TO BED

AND THE SORROWS

STRENGTHEN MY RESOLVE.

YOUR NAME IS BURNING

UNDER A STATUE.

EVEN WHEN I WAS WITH YOU,

I WANTED TO BE      H   E    R    E   .

THE WIND GIVES A SHAPE

TO YOUR ABSENCE.

I MOVE IN AND OUT

OF THE ONE HEART.

NO LONGER STRUGGLING

TO

BE

F    R    E     E.

E EU ME QUEDO PENSANDO NO ONE HEART, QUE É FEITO UM ESTACIONAMENTO ROTATIVO, ONDE APORTAMOS NÓS, OS CONFUSOS E OS INCONSTANTES.