Yesterday, in the mirror,
He insisted on talking about things that had already been forgotten.
Not through persistence, but through
Pride, pure pride.
It was late,
I walked through the streets,
Before I loved you.
My reflection faded away, oblivious.
Amidst the lost nights.
Forgotten in pain
From the beating of the heart, a cooing sound.
Mera megera dos sons esfalera
When looking at the IMEI
Forgotten, reflecting the mark of the sea.