Saudade daquilo

que não se tem

do que não é

Mas poderia ser

E seria lindo

Penso em ti o tempo todo

E vivo o tempo todo sorrindo

Pensando em ti

Será que pensa em mim?

I'm homeless

My bed is a cardboard box

On any street corner, freeway & park I desire

Sometimes it's hard to keep up with a pair of socks

While people are trying to get away when they see

Us on the block

Everything that was in my house is either now

Lost, in storage or in a shopping cart, buggy

My mood depends on the weather, if it's nice or muggy

Or if I eat that day, or not?

At St. Anthony's, Glide, Mother Brown's and

Sometimes the garbage can

Maybe a nice restaurant when I hold out

My cup or hand...

To escape my pain I either drink or get high

That's the only way I know how to get by

I've hit rock bottom a few times in my life

I want so bad to get out of this misery & strife

I walk in dark alley ways

Where dogs and cats have gone astray

Listening to a schizophrenic in disarray

Trying to find his way back home

Talking out the side of his neck and dome

It's hard going from pillar to post

Watching crack and meth-heads chase that white ghost

Leaving behind loved ones who cherish you the most

Broken bottle tops the smell of piss in the air

Sometimes I lose all hope and despair

Caught up so it seems

But I can't lose my thoughts and dreams

One day I will have a place to be where I can call home again

I won't be in jail or the pen

It will be my sanctuary, my place, my domain

Somewhere I can call home again

So don't discard me, because I don't have an address

I'm just homeless

-Nina Clark

Amor à primeira vista

Saudade de você

Que tava logo ali

E acabei de conhecer

Sente tanto em comum

Isso não vai chegar a lugar nenhum

E que venha a decepção

Ou a possível redenção

Me deixe rubro

Seja isso verdade

Que eu esteja errado