Boneca Semiótica
Jards Macalé
Semiological Doll
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
