“The sound, the fury, the writing: 365 days as insane or unpleasant as they may have been, do not fit in the palms of the hands.”

January passed between my fingers
Just like my plans to finally
Get into college
The year is ending and I still
I did not get a new job;
Until June, I spent the year
No big news
Other than the fact that it is aging
And I still have to support myself
On nearest object
When I think I content myself
to play “Carolina”
Watching my life run away through windows
And doors away…

I’m still the same

With all the ethical and manufacturing defects
Waiting for August to end soon
Before things get so complicated
To the point where we have to choose
Between him or me.
Okay, I still cry a little
when I think of you
I felt I could finally breathe again.
With the arrival of September
Spring in the Southern Hemisphere
And also 19 springs for you;

And I’m still the same…

With my clumsiness
And an excellent memory
That keeps me from forgetting
Even what I need
I’m giving you my itinerary
And until I had fun this year
And people your age think me cool
They think I understand more about music.
than you
And they also think I look like
Much younger than mine.
24 winters appear;
I still do not care about anybody.

A few days to the year is finally over
And I have to work double
I think I finally passed the entrance exam
And no, my favorite childhood band did not return
Already the other favorite band of the adult life
Went on hiatus to record his second album
And I’m still the same
And you know it, since you watched me
whole year.
I still have no friends
And I did not talk to my family
And threw it away at that skull T-shirt
I have since the 20…
It is gratifying to know that
Other people besides my brothers
Are interested in the things I write
And I keep trying and questioning
Maybe I’m too repetitive
To insist despite the regrets
In staying true to our principles
And in spite of the salty tears
The bittersweet taste of being able to see
Who I love concretizing your desires?
It’s so much more intense
Than to sink into deception
And despite the innate pessimism
I’m trying to put it into practice.
A less critical and acidic posture
But without making so many concessions, of course
Because I’m still the same person
That you met two years ago.

By Mariana S.-F. 24, São Paulo, Brazil