Land of bandits
arid desert and slums
little pariah piloting
his two wheels lift him
float and he makes his way
remembers the message
The breeze caresses freedom
the face of innocence
flies zigzags over stones
makes a feint
to the verdurous ditch
waits swampy, he knows
one of these days, trust
will give you a push
Don\'t get distracted singing
you crossed the fourth without looking
the dust in his wake
isn\'t amused
your guardian angel snorts
their expensive wings pay
a tiny heartbeat
a noble little bell heart
Don\'t remember that you forgot
the message, the commission:
-was it chicken or cabbage?
Disguising a \"I\'ll be back soon\" attitude,
he takes off at once, so that he doesn\'t blush,
the shameful mockery and the little neighbor,
the merchant\'s laughter is only interrupted to continue:
-Take note, don\'t be foolish!
a new message to forget
in the oval furrow, back and forth.