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©Chris Steele-Perkins
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A máquina prisioneira
A máquina acabava o dia a mastigar
e aos poucos os dentes lhe caíam
perdendo-se na espuma do ar negro,
ondulante, da fábrica.
Um desejo insubmisso
de cercar os átomos gigantes
vinha encher um braço
donde surgia um corpo
lacerado
sangrento!
e donde surgia um braço
cheio de sangue novo
que libertava a máquina!
A sorrir desdentada
a máquina adormecia...
Edmundo de Bettencourt, Poemas de Edmundo de Bettencourt,
Assírio & Alvim
Guaranteed
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me,
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wondering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
