you always said u wanted a creative life,
free from everyday restrictions,
u always stood there,
u fought the law in Portuguese,
u even took two sides when needed,
and after all our fights together,
in the end you chose a creative option,
you would have it you're way,
or no way at all,
after helping me on our last night together,
you decided to blow... up.
your blue memory now lingers away in my room,
like a perfume wasted on bad night...
i'll remember u with love.