Exercícios 6 e 7

 6. O cão faleceu.

7.

CUT THE CRAP

Don't give me shit. Cut the crap.

Don't look into my eyes. Just go.

And spare me from the eloquent speeches

and from the farewell farces. Don't make a scene.

Don't say you have regrets or that's just how 

life is sometimes: that everything will be forgotten;

that the world and time heal all wounds.

I repeat, my love: get lost.

And take whatever you want from all the things

we thought we'd share one day:

the books, the palo santo sculptures,

the vinyls, the portraits, the billiards.

Don't leave addresses. Please:

Just fuck off, my love.

- Adriana Santos