The poet has no soul
But he can fall
While in his secure sit
Into an eternal pit
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There is light
In the receding dark night
As there emerges bright
Where everyone is right
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It comes, it goes
It is never permanent
It is never temporary
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Eu, quero cantar
Cantar uma musica
Musica de uma dor
Dor de amor
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The city of hope
Where citadels face away
From the realities of 'povo'
It's our Maputo, Maputo! !
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What difference is there?
One of love
One of money and hate
Prostitution is all.
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Eerie, chilly, mystifying
Corridors of darkness, unending
Caveats of terror, awaiting
Silent night, terrifying!
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Humanity is in need
Of feeding itself
Of knowing itself
Of rediscovering itself
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I am,
As I have been,
Time it is, for your banking
While I cling to the pulse,
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Today, I am stuck
Ideas crisscross hazily
No strands make sense
To mature into a case
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