SoI calculated the North, I trusted myself in luck, I gave myself a hard time and I wentI circumvented the old, with three and with six, I sang and sang and I wentI discovered the world at the bottom of the garden, I drew the map, I made a cover of a cloth, I made utopian plansTo the taste of the winds and the mornings, I went to the borders of the world, to the bottom of the gardenUnraveling the bush, tracing the path, the wind pointed to Carapim, I stumbled on a cat, I stepped on a cat's tail, I got lost on the pathI saw the end of the world, at the gate of the bottom, I defended life with a stick, I ran away from an insect, I stepped on a dejected, I passed near a scoundrelThat's how I came from the world to its borders, I only have the cunning of a dog of pollution, while the sun disappearsAnd an action force that in human code sent an SOS, I discovered the end of the world like this, until a loud noise made the whole garden trembleIs it a cyclone? Is there a hungry dragon? Or a much worse animal?Is it the voice of my mother asking for me?