Exercício 6 & 7

 

Exercício 6

Viveu morrendo apressado.

Exercício 7

Don't start with your bullshit. Don't pretend.
Don't look me in the eyes. Just leave.
And excuse me from your well spoken speeches
and your fake goodbyes. Don't do a scene.

Don't say you are sorry or that life
sometimes is like this: that everything is forgettable;
that the world and the time will cure all ills.
I say it again, my love: disappear.

And take with you anything from what
at some point we thought we'd shared:
the books, the pau-santo sculptures,
the records, the portraits, the pool table.

Don't leave any address behind. Please:
Fuck off, my love.