How to survive this concrete jungle?
How to know where the wind blows?
Pa'lante How to continue without falling in the attempt?
up without saying how sorry ?
Like when child wandering at night
in search of adventure, jewelry, luxury, cars,
and life hits hard as a club on auction
and struck him, the boy's basket,
who sold fruit for a living,
who has no hope that
flight
of home, prison, mother worried by money
in bed without a job waiting for the arrival of their child,
the man about to hit learned life,
the man with no other name the streets gave,
now is he who pursues justice:
red knife on the table is perceived.
There are no Dona to yell, not anymore.
Child stiff, a prisoner, surrounded by his fear.
voltage can breathe in the fourth foul.
already know the culprit, there is no bottom.
background Never, never excuses.
's guilty conviction and not by status,
is guilty no more, no third or second,
although, in facto-and he knows the reason.
Have they been the night shots?
famine Maybe you angry?
say he was seen only in shifts,
say they slept in bed cold,
say-other-the lady what exploded,
say the boy never did anything;
but he imprisoned and paying dearly
the cost of the liberation of his soul ...
