As the huge moon hangs alone in the sky,
and boredom occupies the space between the walls,
Lovers spare their worthless time staring
idiotically into each other’s genitals
looking for nothing else than
some hidden hint of the real thing
they have lost somewhere,
and that is not the most excruciating
business they must perform
before they realize how difficult
it is to find a sufficient reason
just to fled, to leave without tumult.
So hard it is to disconnect
the not acknowledged links, to dismiss the loans
accumulated in a forgotten reservoir
that some good ones justify a need for guns.
So, soon nudity comes in regard
of our simple and vulnerable existence
exposing the openness of our mortal bodies
with a scrutiny hard accessible for any science.
Oh at this moment be just silent,
and have a respect for what cannot be said
without producing a regrettable grievance
that will burden our life ahead.
Refrain from the seductive obligation
for vain frankness , cause Truth is only for the stronger
ones, as in the beginning, when we used to
love and hurt each other, but no longer.
by Guilherme Preger<span> </span>