I go through the world of a ray of light
that shoots a sliver that looks towards the sun.
The dust travels and looks like glass
or small planets that know how to dance.
In my simple galaxy there is a sun
which is my fingernail touching the thread of light.
If I shake my finger, the solar system
goes crazy like a whirlpool in the sea.
In which, in which of those planets are you left.
In which of those distances will I love you.
In what small world will I revolve.
In what cosmicity of a beautiful game
We will put our children to play,
far away from a hand without love
that makes the galaxy delirious
and breaks the universe without knowing
that it is difficult to put together.
br/>I go around the world...
In my galaxy...
In which, in which of those planets
there are brothers,
brothers on bombs and dresses;< br/>brothers without kissing the enemy.
In what cosmicity of a beautiful game
the grass is even on any place,
burned or unburned, but everything is the same.
In which world is there a universal pact.
In which of those planets is the world located.
In which one? In which one? In which one?
In which one? In which one? In which one?

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