Renovação

(Por Crotalo, o poeta anônimo da Escola Girassol)

Embaraçosa desculpa
Depois me chega com assanho.

Veste a camisola
Que estou sem fome.

O pesadelo que tive
Foi acordado mesmo:
A ambulância chegou
Junto com a polícia.

Acabou meu remédio.

Vou sair à porta
E não volto mais.

O jornal levará notícia
Aos desavisados.

Meus olhos agitados
Afogados em sangue
Exalando maldição
Explicam o dever cumprido.

Aos poucos,
Meus nervos dilacerados
Descansam numa pluma onírica.

O telefone adormece;
As luzes pulsam nas cortinas;
O tapete lembra o soalho de açougue.

A vela, em sentinela
Espia a transubstanciação.

O desamor fede a
Adeus, menina
Da paixão que carrego
Num recorte de retrato
Atirado na lixeira.

(_crotalo_)

Mad World

(Tears for Fears)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.