22.02.2019
The Artists' City
In the city, being an artistIs to strike a smiling pose
And see if by chance
You get on the cover of a magazine
Is to wait for the phone
To get through
Confirming the trip
To Japan
With your pianist
And before the sun rises
Contemplating the horizon
Give interviews to other artists
Under the bridge
In the city, being an artist
Is to get up on a chair
Swallowing a sharp knife
To a tourist's delight
Is to drink pesticide
Is to spit flames
See the square get packed
Your hat getting stuffed with all these coins
Is to fall on your knees
Is to thank heavens
There goes the tourist, the money, the knife, the chair and the hat
Oh my!
In the city, being an artist
Is to take on credit
Is to dress on rags
Is to be comfortable
Is to roam during the night
Is to be a firefly
Is to pick up cigarette butts, have some booze, paint a fence
Is to be almost nothing at all
Is to have no documents
What if the police catches you, folds you, kneads you and puts you inside it?
Translation done by Alma Barroca. In case you want to reprint it, please ask for permission first and always cite my name as its author. /
Tradução feita por Alma Barroca. Caso você queira reutilizá-la, por favor peça por permissão antes e sempre cite meu nome como o do autor.