Summers are no longer the same in my neighborhood,
or will it be that I can not adapt
to changes, to new forms of freedom,
good apprentice, the one who knew and knows how to tolerate.
I believe in the way more than in an unnecessary end,
because the end is only an illusion,
look at the sky and even the green grass, give yourself time to smell
the miracle of the rain very soon to fall.
Today I dreamed of a pool full of books and flowers reproducing,
and with austere people renewing the card.
I have some notes to make the melody,
melody that will be song,
I will transform the clay into love to persuade
to those who are confusing silver and welfare.
Today I dreamed of a pool full of books and flowers reproducing,
and with good people renewing the card?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)