When it dawns
The sun seems
A red ball, which sometimes
It wets me with heat
In the morning
Through the window
I see how they pave the asphalt
The noise assaults my heart
I think about how good all this was
About my grandmother who was cutting the grass outside
She crossed us We were going in front
It's depressing
Like a neighbor
With such bad sense
He harangued people
And he made this place explode
Now The trucks pass by
There are lots of them
Schultz is happy
Because I mourn with pain
Gray and barren street
Where is The grass?
Not a leaf on
There is no trill on the road
Duhaldino cement
It is my destiny.

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