The first instrument was the telephone
in giving impulse to the beat
and arrhythmia to the concert of emotions,
suicidal feelings
and I meet in the first station.
Then the flutes by the wind
and the lips composed
the sweetest part
and kind when everything
it is first
and the first thing is to be
the one without the two.
With maracas, tambourines and congas
we discovered that sex
without rhythm is so stiff
like the world without laughter
and that hurry is contrary
at the time of love
Of drums, guitars and house
subwoofer stamps came;
Horns frequencies and combats,
of jealousy with reunions.
I claimed the situation.
And the trumpets
they gave the touch of stay
at home
and do not leave anymore.
That the violins
and the heart
they have melted into the anthem
that sounds to you
And the bells
double for times
bonfire, small,
present and you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)