Mojica
Thiago Rodrigo Caldana de Barros
MOJICA
Terror was his life
It was the blood of his veins
His voice told the darkness
Of what he took from his heart;
And suddenly everything changed
The lights in your film went out
There is no one who can take your place
Nor can your brightness take away;
It was a star that God created
The great claws of the imagination
It was dark and caused dread
His crazy way conquered everyone;
Left his name marked in history
A story that came to an end
God of art
A master
A deity
Will rest in peace lying on his tombstone
