Fear
Miscellaneous
I miss the air
Now that I'm here
anger I'll scream with you,
sing strong I'll discover
the false that seems true< br/>I miss the air
I am a poet, armed hero
son of antiquity 
you will no longer be a victim,
laugh and I will save you
I miss the air air
Rottenness and falsehood,
fire on the people who
sell deception: choose if
you will be the roller or the street
I miss the air
Men without a soul
poetry is dead now,
music, plastic flowers
... will I die?
I miss the air