He has tired walking and behind his back
Sixty plus years of hope.
He has a house
Executioner of his hands and his backs.
When the day dawns, he walks and sings
LOOKING FOR the earth in the bowels
The hot bread
Miracle that he does every morning.
He is apprentice to everything, master in nothing
He is a poet in his own way, he likes alBa
And between your hands
and between your hands
Some sores bloom secretly.
Has tired the body, tired the soul
He has a question mark on his face
It has a path
have a way
He likes to be friends with his friends.
He wanted to change his life, leave the village
MAs did not happen to be a chimera
A chimera
That she STAYED asleep among the earth.
Has tired the body, tired the soul
White shirt on his chest
With his look
with his look
It tells me that life
It's not worth anything.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)