Essere - Be.

Music: Tosca Braga. Video + Text: Flavio Braga. I know little about the night But the night seems to know me, And more, I care as if she loves me, It covers my conscience with its stars. Maybe night is life and the sun is death. Maybe the night is nothing And the conjectures above her nothing And the beings that live there. Maybe the words are the only thing that Exists in the enormous void of centuries Which scratches the soul with their memories. But night must know the misery Who drinks from our blood and our ideas. It must hurl hate on our looks Knowing them full of interest, not meeting. But It happens that I listen to the night crying in my bones. His immense tear delves and shouts That something has gone forever. One day we will return to be ... He gains me the intellect and the soul, Every day more, every hour more, without respite, Against my will, against my resistance. His words, his looks, his gestures, Its minimal motions enter my heart. You do not stop being poetry Eve...