It is easier to worship the dead than the living
it is easier to live by shadows than by suns
it is easier to mimeograph the past
than to print the future
I don't want to be sad
like the poet who grows old
reading Mayakovsky in the convenience store
I don't want to be happy
like the dog that goes for a walk with its happy owner
under the Sunday sun
I don't even want to be watertight
like someone who builds roads and doesn't walk
I want to be in the dark
like a blind man groping for stars distracted
I want in the dark
like a blind man groping for distracted stars
wild blackberries on the public sidewalk
secret loves under umbrellas
storms that don't stop
lightning rod who doesn't have one
even if the train doesn't come, I can't stop it
storms that don't stop
lightning rod who doesn't there is
even if the train doesn't come I can't stop
watch the world go by as it goes
a samba school that crosses
I ask where yours are tambourines
I ask where your tambourines are
sitting at the door of my house
the same and only house
the house where I have always lived
the house where I have always I lived
the house where I always lived

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