Lições

Se há pequenas coisas
Que eu vim a compreender
De algumas eu posso dispor
Nesse momento.

Nem todas são palavras de nobreza
e a maioria formam um compêndio
que obtive em momentos de vergonha
e total humilhação.

Mas a primeira e mais sábia
é que só o modesto e humilde
que se rebaixar mais
é capaz de aprender algo.

A segunda lição é o respeito.
Respeito ao tempo,
pois quem o desvaloriza
perde um grande aliado
para todas as batalhas
e é incapaz de verificar
o momento certo dos acontecimentos.

Há horas para a ira,
para a fúria,
o desprezo,
o carinho,
o desespero,
o perdão.

A terceira, mas não menos importante
é que a vida não se guia pelo amor
e nunca se guiou.
A força motriz dos humanos
é o poder e sempre foi.

E ainda o será
enquanto eu, você e todos nós
existirmos na face deste planeta...

My love, my soldier

My love was a soldier
As brave as one can be.
He was noble and kind,
dedicated to his work
and focused on good.

Whatever a girl could ask
from a man,
that man had to offer.

My love was exclusive,
and as blind as it can be.
My love was my hero,
and our story as romantic as it could be.

Our mornings seemed to be from novels,
And our nights from dirty magazines.

Every morning he returned to the field,
fighting for ideals as unbeatable as our love.

He fought so hard, carried on by my love,
that he became a general.

My love was a great general,
full of power and wisdom.
But at once power overcame wisdom
And love was outshaded by despite.

No need to tell my desapointment,
and the fall of Our empire.

I fled in fear
As he destroyed paths to me and others,
sacked villages and murdered children, all at once.

And now that he's back to being just a just soldier
I can't forget the general and its path of blood.