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Hey Eduardo!
Your name won't be forgotten.
It will echo through our heads
as well as screams of despair.
...

Without melodies in words,
we modify the wonderful daydream
which one day we doubted exist.
So, sweat drips slowly by the body
...

I

We visited that abandoned house.
We shouted our names for nothing.
...

Among the wagons
I found the affection
which one day made me cry.
And maybe that has never been
...

I'm always surrounded
by any people
who never wanted to be happy
in their own destiny.
...

... He didn't want to wait.
He just couldn't wait...

I
...

To Drummond

And now, Carlos?
I had friends, I had family,
...

To Daniel Nunes

Before turning on my heart,
I used to walk in the dark.
...

Yes, my dear, I can be happy.
No, my dear, your words don't scare me.
Yes, my dear, there's a real organ.
No, my dear, it's not metallic like yours.
...

10.

In the north, the rain is white,
the floor is covered with clouds,
the wind tears the skin and
the cold invades the body.
...

I see the greedy man
whose only son comes
from a curious wish
for money who he already has.
...

I

Every word has a meaning
able to bring up
...

His name is still screamed
in nights of true loneliness.
And the echo is enough
to convince me.
...

To anyone

The warning
...

15.

I once heard a scream
from inside me.
So I opened my heart to the world,
in order to silence it,
...

He's got mysterious eyes
which stare at me directly.
He's got fleshy lips
which bite dangerously.
...

When the lights go out
I am afraid of myself,
my shadow stops walking aimlessly
and my friends become souls.
...

Maybe I've not woken up
so promptly.
Maybe I've not silenced
so prudently.
...

Hey Sofia!
Love isn't lost.
It's just missing
as the heart.
...

So full of suffering.
Full of wrong ways
which we follow sometimes.
It's a labyrinth from which
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Eduardo's Last Words

Hey Eduardo!
Your name won't be forgotten.
It will echo through our heads
as well as screams of despair.
It will invade our hearts
as well as old lovers.

Where are the moments
which stab the chest,
investigate the body
and fill it with sorrow?
Where did they go?
Where are they?

Oh Eduardo!
I can't be courageous;
not after seeing you so cold.
She can't stand upright;
not after having her heart broken.

So much time penetrated the darkness
made you wish one last will;
– almost unreachable, almost in vain...
I hope they know how to be sensitive,
because I really don't know what else I must feel.
Oh too many words dissolved into a simple yearning!

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