the world is consuming itself like a puff like a dry tree

the world is consuming itself
like a puff
like a dry tree
that in ashes would end up being

These humans are no longer attentive.
to the lamentations
the moon and the sun went away
to leave us a black sky

but it's the rules of the game.
we all get old
we grow up we suffer we die
into dust we will become

is the law of life
In the meantime, we'll try
living this routine
smilingly

with a little ray of sunshine that illuminates us
In the dark and cold night
approve and leave with the monkey cheetah
among the branches of nature lived

flowers that the air photosynthesizes
purify your senses and your sight
Come on, you're freaking out.
among the species of flora, fauna, rich land

of minerals, flowering, growing, the feeling of harmony
between the river your agonies go away
the current takes them away
the stagnant water ends up rotting

regenerate yourself from your ashes
Don't do to anyone what you wouldn't like.
It's a basic rule.
that I would have, that if they would continue

These humans wouldn't have
this fatigue, I wouldn't suffer
no being and they'd be over.
these melancholy afternoons

with a role as a company
with a pen as a weapon, look.
all my evils I would spit on you
to the face for this life is missing

routine and fed up
of hate and grudge that kills you
walking through the mountains
nature heals me

nourishes me with hope
to lift me up with wings
forget the TV and fly away
nose you have...

something spiritual
has the starry night
where the moon shelters you
and your ideas make it clear to you

No more lost illusions.
as children
We never lose that hope.
otter

like a poem
that expresses your fantasies
opens the way for you to wisdom
like sunflowers on the shore

that they were running
their petals upwards
You'd think
the calm and harmony

they'd draw
million smiles
They'd fill you up.
of positive vibrations

and you'd finally get
to forget this bitch of a life
clad in freedom
in the dark
why the why of this hell
I don't know. I don't know, there's something burning inside me.
I'm overflowing with dreams
to see this world of roses covered

and that at once there is respect
They say there is, but I can't find it.

I don't know what's going on in this world.
everyone looks at themselves for their deepest

and so on in this increase
at this second
I'm discussing it with you right now.

what happens that infects us
It happens that even wild beasts turn into hyenas.
the vultures take away
your open illusions

And brown turns to grass.
civilization leaves its mark
and the Indians weep for the land
that she's sick...

hurricanes, volcanoes
form passages
the air cleans the valleys
and the dunes disappear from the places

because of irrevocable facts
for leaving no room
to fill natural paradise
of streets, of prisons

practitioner
please
stop this pain
the dark rejection

of these humans
poisoned
the proclaimed throne
by brats

who murder and kill
the past rejection
It scared the hell out of us.
And so we go
in this world of pigs

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