With its respectable appearance
dirt under the rug
ghosts behind the doors
They pray.
If they say good people
 judge
condemn
suffocate
 kill
The difference that frightens normality
annihilated
envied
hated
desired.
Good people who move around with well-behaved clothes,
do not expose yourself
be the same
do not you dare to do what you do not know
Do not show your pain.
Your dreams?
Hide all
Pretend, smile be courteous
Snap your teeth, walk slowly
do not try to look sideways
like a horse, obey
or runs the risk of being kicked
marginalized
Do not take the risk of seeing what no one sees
be common
disgusted
dissatisfaction.
Guided from my soul
for all
exposure of my flesh
All mine
shattered by dare.
I will cross the seas of sameness always,
even when my eyes close and my veins open.

When I walk in there, it's as if I'm in one of Grimm's most hideous tales.
Beings of all forms,
Flowing, other grotesque creatures
Baby Face Trolls
Hallowed witches
Shadows, skeletons.
All sorts of characters
A bizarre zoo, a mob of medium reptilians.
Picturesque place, causes hate and arouses curiosity.
Infamous creatures.
All lost in coarse fantasies, all wanting.
Gritting teeth in fearful happiness.
Wide-eyed, distorted smiles.
Anguish.
I try to open the doors, I look for the windows.
Locked in purchased reality wires.
Invisible chains, I want to leave.
Despair..

Desert in her eyes
Empty soul
Bleeding hands
Open veins
Walking like a blind
One name
Hell
Pain
Last chance ..... looking like a crazy for love
Died alone...in a cold moment of human existence

In the favela
the whores
the trick
the children
We over there
seated
unemployed
aimlessly
without anything
philosophizing
bullshit
our intelligence is useless
We are less than shit with our knowledge,
 outcasts
In the midst of absolute poverty
We laughed
We went crazy
in the middle of the most complete shit we are
We cast our wisdom
belch fantasy
a lot of nothing
social marginal
we are shadows of something we could reach
we prefer pain
the crooked paths
the suffering
we try until the pain is so intense that we can not take it anymore
our blood
we laugh
we cry
we are crazy
there in the trash
We are gods

Na favela
as putas
a malandragem
as crianças
Nós ali
sentados
parados
sem rumo
sem nada
filsofando
besteira
de nada serve nossa inteligência
Somos menos que merda com nosso conhecimento,
párias
No meio da mais absoluta pobreza
Rimos
Ficamos loucos
no meio da mais completa merda estamos
Arrotamos nossa sabedoria
arrotamos fantasia
um monte de nada
marginais sociais
somos sombras de algo que poderíamos alcançar
preferimos a dor
os caminhos tortos
o sofrimento
tentamos até que a dor seja tão intensa que não aguentemos mais
nosso sangue
rimos
choramos
enlouquecemos
ali no meio do lixo
Somos deuses