Exercícios 6 e 7

 Exercício 6

• O meu café!

Exercício 7

Don’t come bickering. Refrain.

Avert your heavenly eyes from mine. Goodbye.

Save your words, they’ll be in vain,

And those sad tears, I’ll cry.

Don’t quote old laments, murmur existence

tends to go this way - everything becoming dust; 

that the word and time will instill perseverance.

I say again, my love: we turned to rust.

Dispose of me all

we once thought to share:

sacred sculptures, books - their towers so tall,

those discs, the pool table, those so many portraits to spare.

Leave no trace. Hear my request:

To go fuck your self, my love, is your quest.

Tomás Mendes