a day in which, as one reads The perks of being a wallflower
notes are needed to explain what american football was
who Nirvana was
what we were
a day in which we're looked upon as vintage,
if that's still the expression, of course,
and I'm damn sure it won't be.
oh, to think people might think we were the golden age,
just like my good old friends thought of the 1900s
just like so many people think of the 60s, the 70s, 80s and even the 90s
any age is a golden age, just ignore what actually happened
I long for those future days, though,
for, in that day, I'll be long gone
and I might just be a line lost in any book
Graduates From The University Of São Paulo: 2016
I might be being studied as the greatest poet of my generation
(God forbid that)
but, probably, this and all my other poems may have been forgotten
and, at least, I know for a fact, I'll have lived my whole life by her side
and she will have read all of my lousy poems
and she will have loved each and every one of them
just not as much as I will have loved her
