They ran the days of the end of war,
and there was a soldier coming back intact,
intact from the mortal cold of the earth,
intact of flowers of horror in his room.
Elev? Eyes, breathe? deep,
the word heaven was made in his mouth,
and as if there were not more in the world,
through the sky a seagull
Seagull, seagull, balance waltz,
Incredible cadence, call in the shoulder.
Seagull, gull, whiteness of the lily,
air and ballerina, seagull of amazement.
Where you are going, song of the breeze,
so fast, so arrested,
shot in the temple and shrapnel in laughter,
Seagull that passes and takes life?
They ran the days of the end of war,
pas? a seagull flying, flying
slow, like a time of love that closes,
empire of wing, of sky and of cu? ndo.
Seagull, seagull, balance waltz,
incredible cadence, call on the shoulder,
seagull, gull, whiteness of the lily,
air and ballerina, seagull of amazement.
They ran the days of the end of war,
pas? a flying seagull
and the one who walked intact rod? for land,
Orphan, naked, wounded, bleeding.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)