GLÓRIA
SOFIA
Independence
Freedom is usually celebrated
In this month of warmth and remembrance
It is customary to hear the lashed voices
Caught in the waves of angry breezes
The cry is usually sung
And with the whip anthem
The mountains of poverty
With the arms of poetry
Scream every humanity
That withers the flowers of the islands
Brave arms are usually applauded
That let the flag dance in the sky
The emergence of being free chewed
Fear intoxicated by tears.
Sweats swelled the icy hope
It is often said that in the end
At the end
The heart sprouts the smile of a free country
In the lap of volcanoes
Discouraged find
The color of courage
That transposes the revolt
Iron and harmonica rebelled
Against authority
Established
Too human to understand
Thorn in the feet
Ripped hunger eyes
Today July 5, 1975
Usually celebrates
The independence of a country
That the wind rests
The secret of the free islands
In the glow of the sea
Life Is A War
Hurry swallows’ novels
Dreams chewed by history
From a dry an anxious womb
Someone broke the vase
Before the roses wither
The liquid from the orbits
Feed the love
Life is a war
Infantile insomnia
Hit me in the soul
From the fingers he learns
Wet land words
Words of comfort
Acceptance words
Words that embrace
Pushing words
Words that don't cry
Bankrupt words
Words of crumbs
Life is a war
We are in a field
Of mined words
Music explodes
Rips out hope
Break the eyes
Mom mom mom
Life is a war
But I am the victory
I am triumph
I am the mother on the battlefield
I'm the mother in the boxing ring
Life is a war
Roses bleed us in words
The shotguns of chocolates
Lasagna wrapped in my ego
Life is a war
The leaves remain green
Greens of withered hope
Green without a red smell.
I'm at war with life
Experiences with broken hands
Grab my shoulders
Refuse, refuse and refuse
Believing that love hurts you
I refuse, I refuse to believe
In everything that doesn't make me smile
Life is a war
Of emotions, of fear
To stop loving
Life is a war
And I am the Glory
Daughter of Vitória.
You Are
You are what I invent
You're the night in my cold hands
You are time in my eyes
You are the day when I miss you
You are calm and I am fear
You are the dictation and I am the mistake
You are the laugh and I am the laughter
You are afternoon and I'm the waiting
You are the memory dressed in gray
And I am the covered body of the past
I am the cry of waiting and you are
The silent smile
I am the delusion of the future and
you are tomorrow dead
I am the dawn and you are the late
It's you and me without us ever
GLÓRIA SOFIA
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