A rest of everything by João Pedro Pais

A rest of Everything by João Pedro Pais

Walk down the avenue the naked moon
wondering at random, sleeps in the streets
pretends she’s forgotten, mine and yours
leaving a trace that calms us

Enters through the surrealist store window
Makes a juggle, the illusionist
Brights up the sky that eats us
It’s possible to feel the cold, it’s time to go away

I’m the the living being that you have but you like to love
like a lost boat wondering on the sea
The life that you live again and again
The world that turns always at your feet
I’m the friendly word that you like to hear
The forgotten shadow that you saw you leave
The vagabond night that you want to meet
I’m one more of the men that denies and gives you pleasure
Your soul’s voice that makes you levitate
The stairs atrium for you to seat down
I’m the ripped off letters that you don’t read
Your truth, showing who you are

I’m the the living being that you have but you like to love
like a lost boat wondering on the sea
The life that you live again and again
The world that turns always at your feet
I’m the friendly word that you like to hear
The forgotten shadow that you saw you leave
The vagabond night that you want to meet
I’m one more of the men that denies and gives you pleasure
Your soul’s voice that makes you levitate
The stairs atrium for you to seat down
I’m the ripped off letters that you don’t read
Your truth, showing who you are

A rest of everything
that may exist
Showing who you are
A rest of everything.