Carta Aos Amigos

When the emptiness comes, in a moment,
I fall into the traps of time,
It's friends that get left behind,
Back in the days that won't come again;

And in the end,
I let go of my stubbornness
To keep insisting on poetry
My profession
Like an animal,
I was sniffing out my life,
Running away until I found myself,
Running...

I wanted to sing
The silent scream of people
Searching for light, for direction,
Meaning... and say
Life is
A toy in a child's hands,
The important thing is to know how to play,
Friend;

Much more than a hit of melancholy,
What I do to comfort you,
In the eternal symphony of the world outside,
That can't stop,
It's the perfect moment when I close my eyes
To be able to see,
My document is the expression, on your speaker,
I want to express myself
I'm sending a letter to friends,
A letter to friends over there,
I'm sending a letter to friends,
I'm a carrier pigeon without a home.