Two tongues in a day,
and it only wasn't four because I didn't want to.
Oh, of course I noticed the change,
I just can't figure what it means,
but I'm ok with this.
These blurred saturday afternoons,
breakfasting fragant mullets,
letting go the gazing after lunch,
and sunsetting disgusting buns.
Brushing teeth four times a day,
the traffic, the miles,
the imaginary birthday parties,
the overrated bars, dark cafés,
the friend of the friends,
the unknown dancers,
the dog days are over,
the long and winding roads,
dawn with wet smiles,
augusto dos Anjos,
and everything else.