Faces Désolées Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

I don't know what to do with writing
On one hand I'm not sure what is true
When to get to it, use an elaboration
How to express it without shocking you.

There's no reason for walking the line
Because writing is about edges, wine,
Writing is facing your demons,

Écrire c'est-à-dire confronter
Faces désolées,
Infants pas encore nées,

Escrever é nunca chegar a saber
É abandonar a mente e seguir
Acabar por se esconder
Na quilha, ao amanhecer,
E no ondular se esquecer.