He knows what he has done , there is no turning back , It is time for this delay to take off its disguise , Insipid , odorless crying , cannot stand it anymore , This colorless life filled with tears .
And he told me , be careful what you say , Turned his back and slowly left , Like a bird when it fears the open flight , And he did not fly , I could see in his face ... tears , tears ... He wore handcuffs on his wings .
The pain is inhaled , but not faced , Nobody pulls off that pack of weeds , When is cornered at bullet point , Serious music shoots off in misery .
If a tree is felled with the censorship ax , Another will come into being and grow with strong roots , purer , Against madness , ready to endure torture And the darkest nights .
High , high like a pine tree is the dimension of that crime , He said , " But no , do not rhyme that way , Because they will turn the road difficult for you to walk , It is well known that it will not fail , thus anyone gets depressed .
Do not comment , shut up , you can look at , but not touch , can ’ t you see ? Do not go into details , the fish dies by its mouth , Fail , or I will see you as several years ago , I saw many more fall , you do not know what they are capable of .
And he did not fly , not because he did not want it , He did not fly because the courage flew and it costed him to wander , Wandering , under his narrow roof , and ignoring That he has been scrapped by laws that must be violated .
And without right to appeal , they cut your hair loo short and they are a bunch of people , Those who watch and uncover all conspiracies , The strip is stretched and when it shrinks , it entraps hundreds , Picks up all who welcome regret .
And I saw him crying , he turned his reddened back , Apathetic and phlegmatic in its key Cuba Alive , Rolling on his tires , discreet in saliva , Keeping the secret to the whips of this life ,
And I saw him crying his back turned red , Fanatic about alcohol and sports news , Rolling on their tires , following the ones above , Shouting — just pretending — their favorite slogans .
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