Whirl of colors and sounds,
singing, luring, like sirens,
to the consciousness.
Slaughtering ideias,
deflecting to the new.
No! Worse! To the well known.
Feeble, irresolute resistence:
good-for-nothing, powerless and dull.
It only waits!
The pleasures, known and treacherous, echo...
And not before a scandal outbursts and fades its colors.
Not before it silences it.
Until then, what to do? Powerless and dull—
I pity.
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