Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
The sky was green over the grass,
the water was golden under the bridges,
other elements were blue and rose and orange,
What now, José?
The party’s over,
the lights are off,
the crowd’s gone,
Sweet ghost, why do you visit me
as in other times our bodies visited each other?
Your transparency dampens my skin
Carlos, keep calm, love
is what you're seeing now;
today a kiss, tomorrow no kiss,
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces,
which were given the name of year,
was a genius person.
How to remember without suffering?
to recollect without horror?
The sound has transported me
to that kingdom where life does not exist
They are more delicate even than shrubs and they run
and run from one side to the other, always forgetting
João loved Teresa who loved Raimundo
who loved Maria who loved Joaquim
who loved Lili
who loved nobody.
In the middle of the road there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
I have only two hands
And the sense of the world,
But I am full of slaves,
My memories flow