Part II - Enchanting Old River

when we get up and laugh (we feel the laughing)
in our arms which burn your faces (no color)
we dare to let light in our eyes (red)
cause we remember our places (of love)
fasting traitorous bruna (hiding them girls)
hiding voices (hideously sweet)
from deep gris (loud and pouch)
and peters inputting (mad turtle pain)
but we get up and laugh (our arms in vain)
ending black should'er divide (one flower)
then we keep laughing (pair impaired)
chez le Vieu Rieu (whenever it flows)

no ano passado eu era prosa
na infância era sonetos,
mas não direi que hoje sou poesia,

sou um haikai
ditador com cheiro de cocô.