Even those who sleep in a flea-filled corner
Covered in newspapers with their hands on a pillow
Had a white bed to climb and a string
Light on from the next room
Two quick feet and dancers kicking the sea
In the last summer as a child
Small rides with lots of light and few people
And just one ride...
These others strangled by ties too< br/>Who carry the war inside their briefcase
They returned with the school bag in their arms in the wind
Which sweeps away the leaves of the first day of school
Rays of sun that stretched the colors on the last ones games
Among the earthen mounds
And on the windowsill of a house without balconies
Two fingers with a pistol...
Even those crazy people who shot people
Pushing holes in them like tickets to be cancelled
They thought that the dead were covering them
So that they wouldn't get cold and sleep would be light
They looked at the airplane and then got into it
And they stayed so without swallowing or spitting
On a narrow street and four houses in a glass ball
So that when you turn it the snow falls...
Even these Christs
Fallen down without name and without crosses
They were sailors behind crooked and sad glasses
On boats with walnut shells
And where are the days of tomorrow
The sweets sucked in the hands
Of all the men lost from the world...
Of all the hearts lost in the world...
Those who buy the lives of others
Selling them sachets and the worst of lives
They exchanged stickers and secrets
With an older one but first he had to swear
Heads collapsed in the back seat
On the long and clanking streets returning from trips
A little fever in the hair and a shirt
That doesn't want to pass...
And the desperate people who sow bombs among poor bodies
As if they were disposable empty as if they were puppets
Sitting on their heels they have overturned stones
And a world of ants that ran away
The harsh voices of mothers calling them
Under a square of stars inside the courtyards of the buildings
And the family buying the coat new
And everyone around saying how he was doing...
Even these eyes
Hunger to be born to die of hunger
They rubbed a finger of saliva on their knees
And all behind a ball in a swarm
Light as rags and where they fight
Where is there a father who chases away the night
Of all the men lost from the world.. .
Of all the hearts lost in the world...
Of all the men lost from the world...
Of all the hearts lost in the world...

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