By AIRTON PASCHOA*
A short piece
I'm leaving for Romania
I'm leaving for Romania
there I am friends with the count
there I live the life I want
without having to hide
I'm leaving for Romania
I'm leaving for Romania
there we can stay still
like a Carpathian
that has no bugs or ticks
to be a pain in the ass
everything is ecumenical there
it all ends up in ass
(worlds and funds)
and there is no mamaluco who can accuse the height of it
I'm leaving for Romania
there institution is not unesco
it's the enescu
brancusi is not washing powder
there is no lack of silence table
noise bed doesn't make noise
and the endless column supports
the vault colliding
the stupid people of life
There the land is small and there is room for everyone
same coercion of a saint's mother
— coming in, coming in and dancing
black white yellow red blue
including purple
made this Christian without Christ or Christian
There is no bugresia there
that ruined the story
false that only I sell (and only those who are blindfolded and sold do not sell)
castle & rake is bush
with the noble people and their lowly court
giving bananas and living happily without judgment
in the end
I'm leaving for Romania
everything is pleasant there
like a boy's amnesia
nobody remembers warming up
so little of forgetfulness
when everything is a fall and a new beginning
if we find ourselves sad, sad, sad
suddenly you feel like playing dada
yes yes without taking the horse out of the rain
and there he rejoices even in the cemetery
I don't even want to see the cabaret
ruminating I walk
tired of camel riding
I'm leaving for Romania
rome rome home
*Airton Paschoa is a writer. Author, among other books, of Azul vai (e-galáxia). [https://amzn.to/41V7Q2S]
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