I look at you and you cannot tempt me
painted with an image that I will not appreciate...
if you speak you cannot listen to me
the flame becomes labile in the insensitive
you look at me and you don't want to think about it
but you're just a drawing if you can't decide
and you'll want to
and you'll want to
and you'll want to
you'll want...
And you'll just want to laugh asking clarifications
but outside, on the loose, we have millions of them
I'll shoot you in the legs and become a Christian
after all it's not bad if I feel more human
remember the fairy tales you already have lived
the vulnerable peace of every minute
that living and laughing is not enough
while I paint the boogeyman, you become
consciousness
and now you know
you saw with your own eyes
and cried with mine
there is no shame other than the blind one
acquiescence through cowardice, through cowardice
but leave let it be later
the useless lament that never builds
take me into my mistakes
that I will never need it
as in this living
this is not about of free denigration
but of sharing every reason
to live, laugh, decide and dream
and I remember that time I wanted to fly
and I don't even wait for your rules one minute
I propose the free dreams of those who believed
reading and writing is not enough
while the black man bleaches
you depend on conscience
na-na -na-na-naâ¦

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