poetry
* My good fellow citizens
We are similar
* Everyone has a handful
We are paper and iron
* We think it is the most beautiful
We are a people on earth
* But this is our habit
That we don’t see each other
always …
* My good fellow citizens
It can be said that we are cannibals
* Always in any situation
We are upset about everything
* We feel from the ivory tower
Or we fell from the sky
*All in the end somehow
We are addicted to something
always …
* My good fellow citizens
We are very bad
*You can breathe here
It’s like being under water
* The sound of the sky here
A cry of mourning
* On earth for all this
There is little room for desire
* But they say that tomorrow is here
Full of celebration and light
But tonight is long
Tomorrow is very early
* My fellow citizens of Gol
This sea of loneliness
* until the last drops
For you and me
* Our stories are similar
In the end, somehow
* If our eyes are angry
Our hands, if period