How beautiful ... I'll leave them in my garden ...

I live a moment in life

That I sing just to forget misery,

The symbols and contradictions of a poet in an ignoble dance

That I believed for years, admired and loved.

It was my pure and utter madness, not even ignorance!

I sang with a thoughtful soul, from the human being to the abyss,

And I just never doubted it!

As from the deep sadness for knowing anything about rejection,

Of love my poor and full of excitement singing follows.

Maddened singing, that human consideration was of no use,

Singing of whom would be better without air, singing of an ignored being,

Singing of whom hell and earth have mocked,

Singing of whom sings, because I just heard a being saying:

"How beautiful ... I'll leave them in my garden ...".

São Paulo, April 10th, 2014.