(procurei pelos documentos vencidos no fundo da gaveta. ao invés deles, encontrei essa folha de papel rabiscada, amassada e com algumas gotas de sangue e vinho. não tive certeza de quando havia escrito. poderia ter sido há cinco anos, um milhão de décadas ou simplesmente ontem. transcrevo na íntegra)

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somewhere over the street
somewhere outside,
in the distance
a sorrow is being beat

keep it all a-happenin'
keep it all rude, dude
things just gonna happen
if you get out of blue

first step
quit cigarrettes
second step
stop dreamin'

unless when you're sinkin'
in the rings of smoke
in the street of regrets
in the carved name
outside, there
right there where
does not go
the eye,
the birds are being born
the life is a-happenin'

go get go back to the book
where you learned your first lessons
and they will not
misunderstand you

go hold tenderly onto your pets
the ones you got from me
(those ones we love)

and they will not
criticize me

and they will
feed you
with love and care.

let's meet one day
let's share a smile
and fate will not
misguide us.

a regret, i prefer not to think
saudade, i prefer not to remember
hand,
i prefer to shut the eyes

because
the winter's been hard
the ship went on sailin'
and didn't come back,
regret,
mind-pollution
a draw of confusion
i will not change my mind

i ain't sayin' no right thing
i ain't saying no
i'm just saying goodbye,
i'm just cleaning my shoes.

i will not change my mind
ain't no way i'm gonna change my heart
the street is deserted
the dog is a-barkin'
i heard the policecars
splashin' over every street
yet the street is deserted
so is my soul

i got back
to cigarrettes.

at this second
outside, there
somewhere over the street
a new wildcat is being born
and things ain't gonna be easy,
you better get to be good.