THE TRUTH

WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE,

WHO SUFFER 

OF LIE

ON EARTH... 

I

At the altar,

Dream

For the first

Time 

Well, it's true,

Because the last 

It was at the Registry Office 

From Moscavide

Who welcomed us 

And wove

Our marriage! 

I took my lady,

Like my legitimate

Wife 

For whatever 

Der 

And come,

In joy 

Or in misfortune,

In order to form a family,

A man and a woman! 

II

Elapsed

Twenty 

And two years,

All

 He finished,

All 

Roared,

All

It no longer existed... 

All 

collapsed,

All

He finished

And nothing 

Leftover

Of this life

dreamed,

Maybe not planned. 

III

Now,

The stubbornness,

The boldness

To climb 

Again 

The palm tree,

Extract the wine,

Cut the hat 

To make

The good dish,

The chebém broth,

The predicted 

From this man! 

The dream

The good and the best 

With  a lot 

Love,

The food

And the drink

What do you want

And don't kiss

The woman... 

IV

It's a 

Adventure,

Well, it's not the first 

Time

This new stupidity. 

It's the second

In life

And you didn't win

Yet

The judgment 

What was 

Necessary... 

It's the altar

To get revenge

That one 

Gazelle 

That deceived us

And ran away,

Gone

Very far away... 

V

I didn't learn

Well the lesson 

And I received 

The disillusionment 

That hurt,

Destroyed

my poor 

Heart,

Of a noble man 

Who always fought,

Dreamed... 

VI

I write

What hurts

The heart 

Of a bastard 

Man who just wanted 

Love 

To be 

Happy,

To live

With a woman 

And come back

getting married,

Looking for 

A paradise 

Yet

In this life... 

(Continues)

BRANDOA (Monday, 05:00), April 27, 2026. 

KKNDO 

(FF1)