The last time we met
We talked about weather and time
Your hands were shaking 
Our minds were trembling

The last we met
We projected easy tomorrows
Fingers with lingered doubts
holding smaller, happy hands


I don't rememeber much
Since I was filled with stupor
But I remember you being around
To supervise my failures

Sometimes we met
And spoke in tongues of greater sorrow
But then we laughed
Thru the match of our wounded guts

The times we used to met
Outside the strain of context
Our smile was there
Smashing thru the stories of our dead ends

The last time we met
Our eyes were given (by the mystical power of our symbiotical communication)
Freedom to weep
Freedom to weep

And even if I was there
Holding you tight thru the nadir of brightness
So many were holding the rope
The hopes of you

I can't just simply see you cry
I can't let it die
For the virtue you extract o'me
Is only there because of you...

And what I want you to see
Is that the serpent that coils thru me
Can't let you cease to be
Simple and pure, eternally

This bed of nails you're in
May be a soothing rest for thee
To smile to the face
Of certain death, and to find some better ways
To find a better place
To die another day...

V.A. (De 'Vergonha Alheia', não de 'Vários Artistas')

Coisa pretensiosa (ou 'O negócio que eu estou upando pra consertar depois')

"Massa, cara! Meio Amebixzão assim e pá..."

II/III da referida banda.

"Curto uma parada mais tribal, assim, saca?"

m-sarine

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