old lady goes to a church

old lady goes to a church

When i was the frostpiece of God's work

life was crazy and sometimes 

podia boiar na água do mundo 

flutuar movéis e ver tua cabeça tão distante

pensar pensamentos soprado dos céus

transando querubins lindas fodas e 

gozando teus sinos e enroscados adornos

but as time passes, i feel

that i love her and am not young anymore;

don't know if is too early for not caring: 

os livros, os filmes, os poemas, but you know

i don't.

i don't care and my phantasie

fantasmogou-se

Every thing that i have is a big 

old church, built com muitas rocks, 

that's you. Without golden columns and 

a ceiling open to the sky.

Nowadays, i sit there -

as an old lady, felling my knee, looking into 

Cristo face, asking him, what should be the way we eat, 

the way we fuck, the way we love.