No fim a realidade a realidade sempre se impõe
A fantasia fica como reflexo
dos pensamentos de menino
ainda persistentes e insanamente insistentes.
O tempo esse sempre corre para frente
e ficar atado ao passado é como querer viver
em uma lata de lixo tóxico.
Meu tempo de abutre ficou esquecido
nas esquinas da metrópole,
minha época de cachorro magro
quando roía osso na quebrada
esta no passado.
Agora, quero mais,
quero algo que valha pena lutar para conquistar,
manter e dedicar,
porque minha fase de resto está perdida
entre calendários amarelos
como repasto para traças, Ácaros e outros parasitas dos domínios de Belzebu.
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My Vulture Days
In the end, reality always imposes itself.
Fantasy remains as a reflection
of a boy's thoughts,
still persistent and insanely insistent.
Time always runs forward,
and being tied to the past is like wanting to live
in a toxic trash can.
My time as a vulture was left behind
on the city's corners,
my skinny dog days
when I gnawed on bones in the slums
are in the past.
Now, I want more,
I want something worth fighting to conquer,
to keep and to dedicate myself to,
because my leftover phase is lost
among yellowed calendars
of a boy's thoughts,
still persistent and insanely insistent.
Time always runs forward,
and being tied to the past is like wanting to live
in a toxic trash can.
of a boy's thoughts,
still persistent and insanely insistent.
still persistent and insanely insistent.
Time always runs forward,
and being tied to the past is like wanting to live
in a toxic trash can.
My time as a vulture was left behind
on the city's corners,
my skinny dog days
when I gnawed on bones in the slums
are in the past.
My time as a vulture was left behind
on the city's corners,
my skinny dog days
when I gnawed on bones in the slums
are in the past.
My time as a vulture was left behind
on the city's corners,
my skinny dog days
when I gnawed on bones in the slums
are in the past.
Now, I want more,
I want something worth fighting to conquer,
to keep and to dedicate myself to,
because my leftover phase is lost
among yellowed calendars
as food for moths, mites and other parasites
from the domains of Beelzebub.
Now, I want more,
I want something worth fighting to conquer,
to keep and to dedicate myself to,
because my leftover phase is lost
among yellowed calendars
as food for moths, mites and other parasites
from the domains of Beelzebub.
from the domains of Beelzebub.
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