I died tonight and now I am reborn.
I saw the Devil and fed him, my soul.
My pillows are heavy and my sight is blurred.
Every inch of my body cries for help.
Every thought in my mind is a plead for mercy.
The night is cold and I cannot close my eyes.
And then from nowhere, I feel it.
Oh God I feel it.
The sweet and gentle touch of the first ray of light.
I am standing but I don't remember getting up.
The sunlight fills my room and suddenly I am not alone anymore.
I look up and I see the moon running away.
The dark horses of the night are fleeing from the sun's knights.
At that moment.
In that sweet moment.
All my memories, all my thoughts, all my doubts and fears.
Are together in the entropic perfection of being.
I am one with myself.
The sun whispers to me.
"Is ok now, everything is gonna be ok".
I smile.
"The world is a beautiful place".
"And today, just today you not gonna die".
So with all my humbleness, I thank the sky.
Because that was my last sunrise.

Tempestades que abalam o firmamento.
Palavras de amor perdidas no vento.
O frio que corta a alma inocente.
Que agarra e acorrenta a criança no ventre.

Que Deus feche os olhos ao por do sol.
Pois a esta noite esposas iram chorar.
Naus na agua longe do farol.
Marinheiros perdidos afogados no mar.

A Terra esta entorpecida pelo opío que queima.
Adormecida pelo sangue que escorre.
Que amaldiçoa o inocente que morre.
Enquanto o Diabo caça aquele que teima.

Today there is no one on the throne.
I go to sleep with no messages on my phone.
Tonight the wind will not make a sound.
My face is wet but no tear has been found.

It is late now and I'm drunk with memories.
Burning the pages written with our stories.
In the end, I was the joker, the fool the clown.
Tonight in my heart, there is an empty crown.

Nasci para observar.
Acorrentado pela minha mente.
Maldito seja o seu olhar.
E a sua boca que mente.

Sou um poeta por natureza.
Adestrado pela sociedade.
Sou assombrado pela incerteza.
E dependente da realidade.

Solene
Sinistra
Saluta
Subsequente.

Presente.
Perpeplexa.
Promiscua.
P­roeminente.

Valente.
Voraz.
Vaidosa
Vidente.

One day a lonely boy from fear realized.
With his knees on the mud and his hands to skies.
That he was unique, the first one of his kind.
He understood that feelings only blurred his sight.

But now he felt nothing when she touched his face.
And the sun did not have that beautiful taste.
There was not pain, sadness or wrath.
Because that is the story of the first Psychopath.