ROOMS
I got tired of giving you my sentimental rooms
My moments, my looks, loves and feelings
Today everything is just empty moments
That for a while, become vague in time...
I've already prostrated myself from trying to assume something empty
I got tired of being an apothecary of friendship
Be made out of scrap metal and used like an old radiola
I decided to clean my filters, forget about the lero-lero...
I chose to walk alone, to make a deck just for me
I threw to the ground the fuzarca chumbrega that does not satisfy me
He decides to leave his mother Joana's house, I'm going to get borocoxô
But with a jeweled conscience.
Barueri Young Poet
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