Drunk of Life. (Bêbados da Vida - traducão para o inglês)

To throw out all the junk,
all that no longer suits,
is no longer necessary,
no longer mine and what never was Because as a healthy being,
I need new things and
Little oldy things
All that let me feel comfortable,
rather than smothered, trapped in nonexistent chains in reality.
In fact,
At times
The bad comes first, to test us,
Make us alert,
to do not waste what comes of good,
To do not play with the glitter and the serpentine slapdash,
and with all this fire without knowing how.
Welcome to life
Its astral hell, its paradise
The freedom of being and loving and going forward.
Drunk of it all, everybody drunk,
An unusual dizziness,
good and bad
depending on the moment,
Wobbles, tornadoes, reachable only-for-the-vision rainbows.
Drunk on this road
I keep on driving
I can not escape of what makes part
and even though deep down wanting to suddenly be mad and disappear,
I am aware.
Drinking of the bitter chocolate
and eating of the sweet cherry,
It is quite noticeable that
life is all switched, cracked, with its clinches,
Weapons, wardrobes, haberdasheries, booby traps, armatures
And none-fresh air.

Breathe,
Open your eyes leaving them closed,
Breathe.
Everything always organizes itself.
For life is a rollercoaster
Which never stops
only fools when it is rising,
Walking slowly along the rails,
and without letting us have a taste before,
Scares, surprises, traumatizes.

So throw out all the weight,
All the junk
To reduce unnecessary intensity and what can be softened
Because we will always be drunk.
Drunk of life.