Mr. Cab Driver
(Vinícius Andrade)
inside a cab
i think about life
about poetry
and things of my anglophony
i care, i wish, i write
i'm wise in this cab
surrounding lagoon
riding too soon
to the moon
i can see from the cab
this confortable cab
this miserable cab
driven by a wonderful bald man
breathing some fresh conditioned air
trying not to be so from here
guess i'll get out of here
guess i'll admit:
só faço poesia em português
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