Neither old, nor young, nor saint, nor kid. My black man mourns the pain that rains. Clouds move across my retinas. Lunar girls drink me, smoke me. In phases take over my ruined chest. ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ Plateaus, meadows and other places. Inns and bars, roads, corners. Dwindling girls bleed me, eat me. Made into a werewolf, my soul breaks apart. Loneliness of an animal, heart of a man. ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ ☽★☾ Foxes eat leftovers in the streets. Owls and snakes in the darkness disappear. May fears settle in my abdomen. And desires spin like ballerinas. Floating girls end me, fuck me." (Seu Pereira and Coletivo 401 - Décimas Lunares)