The Be Good Tanyas & Alma Novaes

Good Friday

 It was Good Friday,

so similar to this one,

The Catholics were living 

their nonsense

based on their parroted 

religious hypocrisy,

"Meat is not eaten today"

and you return back from nowhere, 

on your black horse Gsa, 

and you had two offerings 

in your hand. 

One of them was an excuse poem, 

and you invited me to a francesinha 

at the gazelle restaurant, 

it was a Friday just like this, 

there wasn't a single spark of sadness

You were the faun 

they had promised me, 

and nothing came 

between you and your maiden

For me, it was Good Friday

 because it was the day of your arrival

It was a long, long time ago,

It is this faun that I continue 

to wait for (and the yellow rose) 

until death arrives