After a class or two

(depois de intensa imersão em Sylvia Plath

decidi me arriscar no inglês

e você me perdoe qualquer falta

pois que até no português

não dou alta)

I still see you eyes glittering

Which always remembers me

Two clouds breaking in a storm

And their impatience sounds like a thunder

An amplitude shaking my head such as an earthquake

But of course without a headache

You could take my face to the sea, because

From all of the masks, it's you who most cover me

And I still don't get why my arms and legs

With their blood and tender flesh 

Beg for more and more and more

An annoying child who always eats candies and nuggets

And after years of intense pain and diarrhea

Finally give up 

And go to bed at seven. 

For heaven.