I came to plant my castle
In that mountain range there,
Where in a hundred years
It will be a seaside...
I saw the city passing by,
Roaring , through me...
Each life
It was a beat
Of an immense tambourine.
I was the place, she was the journey
Each one was real, each other was a mirage.
I was transparent and I was giant
I was the cross between forever and the instant.
Letters mixed with metal
And the city grew like an animal,
In artificial structures,
On quicksand,
On bones and carrion,
On the swamp that covers the sambaqui...
On the ancestral country
On the newspaper page
On the double bed where I was born.
I came to plant my castle
In that mountain range there,
Where in a hundred years
It's going to be a seaside...
The city
It passed by plowing me all over...
The city
It arrived and passed me around...
It passed like a truck
Passes through in a second
When it goes down the hill in toothless...
It came with lights and sounds.
With bad dreams, good dreams.
It spoke like a camões,
Groaning like a panther.
She was...
Beautiful... beast.
Only one day will remain of this city
The wind that took my verse though...
But where he is, she will be:
One will be the world inside,
The other will be the world outside.
I saw the city boiling
/>In the retinal emulsion.
Crackle of burning life,
Moth and lamp.
The city went deaf,
It roared like a fire,
It was poison and vaccine. ..
I came to plant my castle
In that mountain range there,
Where in a hundred years
It will be a seaside...
I hovered in the air , and looked at the city
Passing quickly below me.
There were ten million minds,
Ten million unconscious people,
They mix... they become entities...
br/>Who guide people
As if they were currents
Of a river that has no end?
That noise
It's the centuries dripping...
And the cities growing and crossing each other
Like circles in the water of the lake.
And I saw clouds of dust
And I saw an entire tribe
Fleeing in every line
Stepping into the fields and bonfire
Gaining a bank...
And the city was coming,
The city was moving,
The city was swelling:
Growing... getting closer.
I came to plant my castle
In that mountain there,
Where in a hundred years
It will be a seaside...

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