Where is it happy where there is not a river
Dragging rocks and signs?
Where is there a portrait
who has the figure of all life?
Where the suicide was rendered useless
where all the crossroads are drowned
where an inquisitorial song ends
where there are friends of the bodies finally.
Come the future
Come death in optimism
For those that I know that like me
They were born to sail.
What thing to say and make us good?
When we finish dreaming
With what spelling is the song written
Who opens the seven doors?
with which shot we will run to gardens
full of humble sense of wonder
With how many oil lamps will we light
the birth of that great unknown?
come the future as the great discovery
of the city that keeps dreams and inhabitants.
We will have children in the eyes
and perceiving life
we will have blood on the nails
How to be happy without leaving a mark?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)