I know I’m not getting married in the church,

Not because I hate churches but ‘coz my legs won’t stand those long hours of blind ceremonies,

And I’m not very sure if it’s worth it,

I’m not very sure if I would ever stick to someone all my life.

Mind you, I’m not even asking my folks for any money for my wedding,

I fucking don’t know why we need to.

I want to be a little impressive in life and I know beauty holds its wonders,

but I’m more worried about dying in a hospital,

I can’t bare the smell of its depressing air.

I never wanted to live just to see or hear or read beautiful things,

I still don’t want to.

I don’t know if I want to live now,

I love the statue of Jesus in Rio.