Man
My exiles don't get bored of islands,
don't get overwhelmed by them,
I climb like asphalts.
My hands are perched in the transit station,
I climb with zeal the stairs of my exiles.
The stairs are in their arches,
my legs agile,
at the top I see a step,
a home.
But the stairs are in their arches,
my legs fragile,
which turn in the opposite direction,
towards the blood,
towards the offense.
And the stairs are in their arches,
my legs agile,
my legs fragile.
Agile,
fragile,
agile,
fragile.
But the stairs are in their arches,
my legs agile,
my legs fragile.
Agile,
fragile,
and my exiles make me grow wings,
I will melt on the city,
I will go to be a citizen.
Stationed in the transit station,
I climb with zeal the stairs of my exiles.
Stationed in the transit station,
I climb with zeal the stairs of my exiles.