O Inatingíveis deve apenas cingir-se à língua mãe....

feel a monster,
one bird,
the place we stood
so alone,
just to be tore apart,
feel everything
as loud as you can,
for the sake of
existence,
is the space between
the thrills,
the lack of air
after the pinnacles,...

nothing more,
not even a loud
scream,
matters more,
maybe poetry,
dressed up as the angel
you will never find