If I could

 

The world rejects me! I never felt this way!

 

On one side is the being without passion, the other the blind, the deaf.

On one side the healthy, the good, the being of sound to petition.

On another, the slave of pleasure, the stupid, the sick.

On the extreme, the ones with faith in God, the happy and the contented.

 

Oh, raise prisons to the materialistic, to the sly, to the rapist!

 

Being feeble is one of the few qualities to few,

So deep is the gap between him and the person who has ever felt.

Would it be idiocy, madness, crime or geniality this pain here?

I felt it thoroughly yesterday; I feel a little today so as to never feel it again.

 

Will I be an eternal excluded, from what?

 

This way my chant has no joy, it is with no happiness and abandonment,

For the man to learn, or laugh, or see a ripped chest.

That chant without mystery? No contradictions in an ignoble dance?

Complete alienation, without dissonance and nor ignorance?

 

Thus, with no flavor is the expected universe?

 

It does not matter, from my chant of questions to the human, to the abyss.

Chant of transient anger, of wellness, of doubt, of love to the chant of Mother Nature. Eternal singing, without thinking pleasing the world!

 

São Paulo, March 2014.