From the black forests of misfortune
Like a vortex
Where storms rage in the eyes of the man
From the ghetto

Forests were cut down
By eternal spirits
Like fireflies henceforth
Impregnating the darkness

These luminous creatures
Someone preserved them
Exactly; for decades
So they could be described

Sparkling eyes!
Stones and guns!
Waves like houses!
The giggling baby
Relief for the beaten
Athlete

To establish a new life
In the community of sick angels
Who speak in hugs
Always and forever holding on
Staying together
They are together