The ideal is an idea

Coniunctio I





I waited for the right time; I trusted in destiny.

But wait, made me farther, and now I'm finished, not understanding why I had so much faith with nothing being done.

I heard somewhere that adults are adulterated!

Almost everyone locks their essence inside themselves,
Like Jews oppressed by Nazis.

You asked my age as if asking when I would grow up.

I just smiled because I saw that you questioned my maturity.

Do all these pathetic, adulterated people think they grew up because they graduated, work, and have a house and a family?

Impositions led us to make bad choices.

I want someone who dreams big, who will accompany me from a shot of liquor to a dose of life!
Someone who respects my art because it is me.

Someone who, even limited by systemic reasons, overflows by expressing themselves in verses, songs, and prayers.

Someone who likes indigenous people, animals, and arguments.

Someone who doesn't take life too seriously and knows how to make it happy even when it gets tough.

Someone who understands that my poles define themselves in punk and samba, and that’s as far as I go.

I want someone who won’t discuss politics out of vanity and who won’t despise my childlike soul because I am this way by choice.

I want to be filled with your information!

No! I’m not talking about weather forecasts and afternoon sessions.

I’m talking about writers, painters, singers.

I’m talking about war, environmental problems, and spiritual leaders.

I want someone who won’t laugh at my plans, who won’t find my ideas out of temporal context strange.
Someone who respects my moments of meditation and solitude.

Where is this ideal being?

The most contained things tend to be the most beautiful.

I feel that just as on white nights, I am that woman who cries on the bridge. You cheer me up by bringing stories.

Nature also delivers you to me because I am your bow.

My faith is gone; the ideal has turned into just an idea.

But if I do not have you physically, let me have you abstractly.

Inspire me every day. I know it is a mere utopia, but if I have you, I find myself.








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