Do you ever feel the noon breeze?
hot yet relaxing brings you to an ease
it unfold the memories inside my brain's deepest crease
mesmerizing breeze i am standing under a tree
Moringa Oleifra the mighty
on which sits a sparrow chirping in mystique
and another strange little bird with long black beak
chirping tooo-weeee-t
on the other branches two squerrals playing hide and seek
and there sits a crow alone on one peak
i am in whirl of memories of past year 2016
didn't i mention it's about a boy in his thirties
he talked ocean deep
but treated me like i am a feast
like he is a ringmaster and i am his beast
i can still feel the pain of that time when all the good is out of my reach
Why do i think of him now when i am in peace?
would he think of me like i did?
nah or may be
nostalgic or i might weep
my orange colored dress doesn't irritate me in this scorching noon
but thoughts of you did
i have to head back from this muzz
i am going back to my people who loves me
where i am allowed to refuse
where there is no abuse
i am returning to peace
goodbye noon breeze

temia o que procede agora
o gosto pegajoso da derrota sob as voltas da língua
e quanto mais tentar cuspir saliva
mais ruim se torna, e
mais grosso fica o ar

- não
alguém disse atrás quando falava que ia tentar de novo
fiz igual e incrédula sabia rápido demais que era certo
eu errei
mais uma vez

de que adianta tentar não falar de si
mesmo quando a terceira pessoa é o eu
tu, nós
sou

descobri semana passada que
a palavra cansada se separada da maneira certa fica

a
sad
can

uma lata triste.

Don't climb a Moringa tree
to see your beautiful neighbour

If it's fragile branches break

You will fall into your
neighbours house
with no bones intact!

Don't trust your gut!