Alma Novaes

 

Radical

It was all or nothing and

was ready for collection

The middle ground is only good

for those who hide something,

For those who simulate 

their whole lives

A rotten, shallow, 

satin-skinned apple!

And in a vortex of attachment

Accept the crumb, the halfway, 

that from love, I want the world 

and that's how I feel in everything!

There are no grocers or socks

nor eat what I don't like anymore;

I'm going to go for life

I give myself whole and inside out

But it's not just heartbreak,  

Vanity descended upon me

of myself, of the value

I want reciprocity

with me it will be the universe,

Not just a city street

Not just January or August

I'm tired of this heartbreak of mine

I've still got blood in my veins

I still want you and I love you

But I've never been a warehouse

Go, if you have to go, 

and if it's so late, 

I'll know how to find it, 

without making a fuss

That whole part 

that rightfully belongs to me

Because I've never been half!

In Aborígene