The day you left i became a writer
The day you broke it off is the day I became a fighter,

I can't believe that even after all this time I still want you back,
The days seem longer and the nights so much colder,

I look at myself and then I look at her
"Was I ever beautiful to you?" or was it all a lie
All my thoughts and dreams died

So many memories of the past, so many promises that never did last,
I used to know you or so I thought I did

Oh! Someone
Someone somewhere
awaits for me
behind the pillar of time
stands someone
some where
Who
we all don't know
but some one
some where
we all know
awaits for us
but who and when
none will know
this alone is the secret of life
we all know
some one
somewhere waits for me
who knows

If you are the one
waiting for me
come over will thee early

Translated from the Portugese
or Mario De Sa Carneiro

Silence in me, in myself.
Silence in my sister’s house,

she is a beautiful madwoman to dream of…
It would be a mistake to look
in a mirror, to lay down my life..
My sister is a beautiful madwoman
to dream of in her lost house.
Unless a miracle happens, it would

be a mistake to look in a mirror.

In the next two weeks I lay down my life
for the suns and the fields and the mad
scream my sister razes above the sun.

We are a minority too
We too have our gripe
We are part of the stew
Due empathy not ripe

Path to nation's unity
Atop base of diversity
Oppressed by density
Needs patient civility

Way out of this mess
For selective ingress
Of the skewed process
Is same equal access