It should be written on your face

beaucoup

beautiful melodies telling me terrible things

heart-lapse

(Wash my soul)

the heart beats in its cage

lugares

cada um no seu canto ecoa

Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardes que me acontecia

quemarropa

take this dream

If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

| Charles Bukowski |

no mercy

tiptoes

grab your things