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Stia

from #Drops by Obasquiat

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About the track "Stia":

Dedicated to a wasted love, shattered by the unpreparedness of immaturity
A single repentance without the return of a single person ... What to do during this anguish without forgiveness of itself, a counterpoint in a null state, the fool is you without self-esteem degrades and abstracts and repents forever ...
Sad end of a canned fool ... think about it

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from #Drops, released March 22, 2019
Tocando meu corpo frágil, sinto falta de tocar seu
Vivendo agora e perdendo de novo ...

Remoção do coração
Estado de remorso, sem emoção

Enquanto você desaparece da minha cabeça
Algo que consome na tristeza

Remoção do pulmão, não permitindo-se respirar esse ar que eu compartilho com você
Eu queria ser capaz de flutuar, mas o excesso de memórias só me faz arrepender.

Esta droga que consumimos já não satisfaz as nossas necessidades diárias e necessidades diárias ...

O frio que você sente é cintilante e carregado de memórias e que nos mata todos os dias pouco a pouco
Além dessa poesia alucinógena, que, apesar de quererem pintar, precisam se livrar dessas teias.

O que foi emocionante sobre isso em todos esses tempos?
Apenas a lama suja que todo mundo estava dizendo para amar
Apague esse tom infernal dessa verbalização confusa
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Touching my fragile body, I miss touching your
Living it now and lost again ...

Removal of the heart
State of remorse, without emotion

While you disappear from my head
Something that consumes in sadness

Removal of the lung, not allowing yourself to breathe this air that I share with you
I wanted to be able to float, but the excess of memories only makes me regret.

This drug that we consume no longer satisfies our daily needs and daily needs ...

The cold you feel is sparkling and loaded with memories and that kills us3 every day little by little
Apart from this hallucinogenic poetry, which although they want to canvas, they need to get rid of these webs.

What was exciting about it in all these times?
Just the dirty mud that everyone was saying to love
Erase that infernal tone from this confused verbalization.

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Obasquiat São Paulo, Brazil

What is Obasquiat ?
Pagan because it is against all religions.
music strange and atonal
Political activism, social critic, history, class struggle
A form of chaos nihilistic experimental

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