Poeta sonolenta

Algo inédito aconteceu. 

Estava eu dormindo no chão (como de costume) e sonhei com a história de uma menina, mas tudo em inglês. Acordei e o poema estava em minha cabeça. 

Deem um desconto a ele por favor, tecnicamente, eu o fiz dormindo:

Story of a lovely child

The story of a couple

Which I call dad and mom

Who fell in love in high school

 And married before prom

They married because of a life

A life about to start

Who came to unite their heart

In the belly of my father’s wife

That baby was my brother

So loved, never lorn

The perfect family

Until I was born

My dad always wanted a girl

My brother,  wanted a sister so long

My mom treated me like a baby doll  

I don’t know what went wrong

From what I remember, one thing is for sure

I never saw my parents demonstrate love

I never lived with that family, so pure

I never met the persons I’ve spoken above

When I was a kid, I saw my parents fight

I saw my brother shake of fear

I’ve seen my my mom go to the light

And my father drunk of endless beers

So cop, this is why I did this

You won’t feel bad for me, I hope

I’m doing the right thing

Tell my father, when you find my body, I wrote that note.

 Heloisa Campanhã