On the corner
Under the brilliance of an eternal traffic light
Waiting in the heat or cold
The metallic arrival - amidst great noise -
Of those that I pierce with harsh sight
Nothing stops me from going beyond time
And thus, slowly, I start the journey
Without the desire of old messages
Piercing through my little understanding.
Something tears beyond intense suffering
Focusing the yearning on truth
That for being it possible, it resists what’s already stiff
As a very well protected child
Who in his dreams has no understand of death
And while smiling conveys radiance.