Poetry for Pandemics by Rodrigo Barata


Like music
One note calls for another
And then
On the other hand,

When these notes are less
That's when I like it best

You knocking on my door
At 4 am
And it does take a life or two
To understand
That no command or direction is needed
When you hear the heart
Even though it requires a lot of sadness
And demand
Going the wrong way
Yes, the intercom asks
For a sin or two
And for
And asks for a mind that moves freely
In any dimension

After all

Any very conscious mind easily enters an ocean between ecstasy and depression (For twenty-something reais)

But the real ways
Only track who deals
With time and form creatively

Who lives for life
Activating life,
By combustion and

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