As Memórias Do Amanhã Longínquo

The Religion

Little did I know

When I looked across

The church,

With my mouth full

Of lies,

My skin contaminated

With holy-water´s bacteria,

That the love of one

For another

Is just the sin everybody

Was talking about

Even in silence,

Pretending to remember

Their sins,

Smiling with pleasure

When they came up

To their minds.

So far was I

Of imagining

My holy milk

On one´s mouth,

Holy as warm

And truth,

Feeling like heaven,

Or at least

No fear, just life

As it was worth it,

Not love at all,

Just a great blow job

On my mother´s car.

B.