Rebel

I am rebel today. Fought with portuguese. Will never write in my mother tongue anymore, never more. All seems so ridiculous and world is a big and white lie. Where are the owners of the truth?All lost in misery, soul misery. And I am here. Tonight is the night.

You disappeared in the dark. What have you been doing, friend of mine? Could not hear your tunes again. The ones that you sang softly so tenderly.

Night came and cold is warning it will soon be part of life. The white walls I see all day long don´t do well with the black room I am in now. And you are not around.