whenever a story is made
there is talk of an old man of a child or of himself
but my story is difficult
I'm not going to talk to you about a common man
I will make the story of a being
from another world of a galaxy animal
it's a story that has to do
with the course of the lactea
it's a buried story
It is about a being out of nothing
born of a storm
in the sun of a night
the last month
it went from planet to planet
looking for clean water
maybe looking for life
looking for death
that is never known
maybe looking for silhouettes
or something similar that was adorable
or at least lovable friendly kissable
he discovered that the mines
of King Solomon
they found in heaven
and not in fiery africa
as people thought
but the stones are cold
and he was interested in heat and joy
the jewels had no soul
they were just mirrors bright colors
and at last I'm going down to war ...
sorry I wanted to say to the earth
there was the story of a coup
He felt milled crystals in his head
and he understood that the war
it was the peace of the future
the most terrible thing is learned right away
and the beautiful costs us the life
the last time I saw him leave
between smoke and shrapnel
happy and naked
I was killing rogues
with its fall of the future
I was killing rogues
with its fall of the future
Only among all we can make this a better place :)