Deconstruct the voice from
the intention.
Rip apart the heart
from the vowels.
Give up on the
human evolution.
You proposed it to me
over the sea that speaks Portuguese.
But where was the metaphysic
when we have to spike
with a spear the Mammoths.
Or split the atom pushing our
way into the central line
to go to the office.
Get the job done,
does not understand theories.
Sometimes I deconstruct
the Alzheimer’s from my mom,
her memory from her hugs.
The distance from my family.
And the love I had paid
from your fears.
Then to deconstruct is not
an essay is personal.
You’re talking over two Gin & Tonic.
The tone of your words
deconstructs on my eyes.
And the only thing that remains.
Is an oversight of your academic worlds
for you to undress and wait for me.

+Deconstruc… as well the title of a song by  Chico Buarque – Construção

Thank you Osnat for the corrections 🙂

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