There I loved a terrible woman,
crying because of the everlasting smoke
from that cornered city
for winter symbols.
there I learned how to remove the cold with skin
and then throw my body to the drizzle,
in the hands of the harsh white mist,
in streets of the enigma.
that is not dead,
they did not kill me,
nor with the distance,
nor with the vile soldier.
There among the hills I had friends
that between smoke bombs were brothers.
there I had more than four things
that I've always wanted.
there our song became small
among the desperate crowd:
a powerful song of the earth
He was the one who sang the most.
Up there he followed me, like a shadow,
the face of someone who was no longer seen,
and death whispered in my ear
that would appear
there I had a hatred, a shame,
children beggars at dawn,
and the desire to change each string
for a sack of bullets.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)