Boneca Semiótica

Samba is always the same old story
Our love died in glory
The doll has gone away
Nevertheless, she forgot her
Ghost

The landscape is a forest
Of evil signs that you drew
End-of-party landscape
Broken label, shattered glass
Where there was a meaning that you
Erased

You won with logic
Digital and analog
You're nothing but the programmer
Of redundant repertoire of my pain