he’s so skilful, so clever.
strong like a rock, as ever.
he weighs up and swiftly proves I am not right, never.
from the pulpit, the way he talks sounds as if my way of thinking was
full of fantasy.
inside his subtle speech, I certainly don’t know how to comprehend in the best perspective, I misjudge the “real” life.
he disturbs me, it’s true.
watching him really proves I haven’t understood something yet
there’s a real doubt
how can people like him leave like this,
so constant and cold,
"Alguns poemas são melhor lidos em formato paisagem. Se preferir, gire o celular."