GoodChild

Fallen on the mountain

I come back to my room

Fallen in sadness

Take my way with a spoon

Fallen where the I can’t

Waiting something that lives inside me

Fallen in sadness

I try to still me and feel the time

For a long long time

When the heart and brain are fine

When come to that, I may be right

When stop this crazy time

When this time comes wise

On late Sunday life will stand

And your hand, trees and plants

And the child dreams will be standing

When in life, when at this time

I will make my life in each breath

Cause my head

It’s made of seven souls 

It took me a long time to believe it!

Where is my mom?

From my way

Like a wee inocense

A light is born and comes now to firm my stay

In the books

Fades cause use

The past is being carished by the time freeing my roots

I want to be a man

                       To live with no doubts

                          I want it so much

                      too!...

                    A man with means to play

No fall me in the days

No fall me in the life

Waiting for the man

For the man drop by drop

A respectable man on whom the flies don’t land placing clog

Walking forwards

Building my own capital

Prouding justice and having a good purpose for the house 

A weak-minded asked: “− Salvation!”

Let him have his own way

The audience declare a nation

And we keep quiet seeing birdcages

In between the confrontation

Dead books highgrade

One more fantastic aggression

Like a fashions display

Far way!

…as well! 

Now it the chorus that I hadn’t done yet

A posthumous conglomeration

Do me to find out the key

The next side of situation

Will perpetuate my brain

The long storm on vacation

Revoked my face

Other confirmations

All at on the same

All along!