One common day I got up,
I went to the street as always
and through my neighborhood I heard the story
saying things, bustling,
going to school with notebooks
and driving old cars.
A friend came and asked me
a song, a commitment:
I had to say what there is not,
thing for thing with words,
and every dream that is used
to supply what we lack.
I could start listing
hundreds of exchange goods,
small things without value
and others more useful and alive.
I could say that the soap
sometimes it takes a bit
or to go to a restaurant,
being the country so tropical,
If it is not with a suit, you can not enter.
They want me to say
that in the country of the seeds
the bread is missing
and the dresses.
They want me to count
in four lines our faith.
They want me to say
the words 'that there is not'.
This country, hear it well,
It is the country of spiders,
a clod of earth is sown
and one day a mountain grows.
The sowers go naked
without asking for bread or asking for water.
What is there is not important,
more important is what we have,
although what there is no dust
as of great cavalry.
We are the law that resurrects,
our spoils, our life.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)