Rachel

Many think that for
The Messiah to come 
There must be war. 
In truth, there must be peace. 

The only weapon 
Needed to conquer 
The entire world 
Will be a mother's prayer.

Facing Facebook

When the screen grows dim

And you lose focus, hooked, faced
With the dizzying news and noise,

General, impersonal, fake,
Vague, unlikely, faceless
Complex, incomplete, remember

That after all is said and done
All you have is a mountain,
A field, and a home.

The ladder you dream of climbing,
The plot in which you chose to plant,
And the one to whom you will return.

You know it's all just One, yet
All you'll truly have is home,
Along with those let in,

And those that out will come.

Miami

Miami

Eu que fui 

Meio louco

Vivi de tudo 

Um pouco

Mas até que

Chegue o moço

Não troco por nada

Isso aqui.

Minha capital,

Grandeza sem igual (em potencial)

Ou alguém normal,

Mistura tropical

De Nova Iorque, Rio,

Nice, Odessa,

Havana, Disney, 

Buenos Aires, Haiti.


Translation:

Miami

Me, who's been
Kind of crazy
Lived it all
a bit

But until
The man arrives
I switch for nothing
This here.

My capital
Greatness without equal (in potential)
Or anyone normal
Tropical mix

Of New York, Rio,
NIce, Odessa,
Havana, Disney,
Buenos Aires, Haiti.

Rio, Rosh Chodesh Tammuz

Rio, Rosh Chodesh Tammuz

When

You're left

To enjoy 

The cream

Of the land

What's there

Not to like

Between

The sea and

The sand

I came

Not to spy

On all the

Naked lies

Or uncover

The shame

So close

To the game

That manages

Still to

Be the talk

Of the

Town.