Tragedy is over.
There is not I can do
And the truth
Was already told.
“I’m loser!”
They demand me
That I admit it
To myself any instant.
No, I don’t want it!
I don’t want their mercy!
I don’t want their pity!
I just want to see you…
I just want you to see
How we are out
Of our own house…
(I hope you are trim.)
I hope you are alive…
And tell me why
I use English to talk to you…
And make me remember
To I’m not from the North…
Maybe, I can tell you
An History untold by them…
But, at this time,
Em Português!
(Leandro Monteiro)
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