Marianna. Brasil. 17. "Music is for people who can't handle their own thoughts"
Moon! Maddened celestial heart
-why are you rowing like this, inside the cup
full of blue wine, toward the west,
such a defeated and aching stern?
Moon! And by flying off in vain,
you holocaust into scattered opals:
perhaps you are my gypsy heart
wandering the blue weeping verses!