Poetry for Pandemics by Rodrigo Barata
Intercom:
Like music
One note calls for another
And then
On the other hand,
AND
When these notes are less
Likely
That's when I like it best
Type,
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
Revolution
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
Explosion.
Like music
One note calls for another
And then
On the other hand,
AND
When these notes are less
Likely
That's when I like it best
Type,
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
Revolution
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
Explosion.