I know a vagabond of space,
travel the universe on its asteroid,
without orbit, or port, or departure,
I cover loneliness with all the cold,
of their life.
One day a bird came to his island,
inside a knob that fit in your hand,
it was sad to see him shrinking there,
Singing to silence without answer,
without sense.
The vagabond never heard his bird,
and I saw him sing behind the windows,
until one day he could sleep more,
and rescued him from the white diving suit
of animals.
The bird floated to freeze,
like the las, the hobo's cries
then he put the bird in the cage,
and he let go of the luck with which he came,
never understanding
what happened.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)