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I've carved an X on you heart: Marquei um X no seu coração

Xuxa was once a innocent actress and poet until the day she decided to become Satanist. From a lovely blond girl, she was then known as "The queen of the short", being "short" an obvious reference for those who live underground.
Apart from what our foreign readers must think, Coffin Joe isn't the most influential Satanist artist in Brazil. As soon as she gave her heart to the Beast itself (whom she refers as "the animal"), Xuxa became unprecedentedly prolific and creative.
This next piece is the first piece of this new age on Xuxa's poetry. In it she surrends to her new-found faith and speaks about her new experiences, exalting her condition and inciting her readers to join too.
It is also the first and most famous case of subliminar message in brazilian poetry. In the first lines, and later on the poem, she mentions X X X, which in portuguese is spelled "XIS", being, in reverse: "six six six".

I've carved an X, an X, an X on your heart
So you'll never forget me
You'll never forget me, i promise so.

Where is the feeling of emptyness that was here?
The animal have eaten.
Where is the sadness that was tightening?
My chest and your
Where is the kiss i was waiting
And you, ashamed, denied?

I've carved an X, an X, an X on your heart
So you'll never forget me
You'll never forget me, i promise so.

I know, distance is not going to separate us
My love and yours
In the light of the morning, when the sun rise
The passion that is born
In the delicious kiss i was waiting
and you, ashamed, denied


  1. coincidence or not, i'm visitor 666

  2. wow... certainly have something evil happening with all this.


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