For your obsession
Of living
In a city
Look well at how it has
Dressed us
The metropolis

As beautiful as us
Very few you know
There were
And they said
Those come from the countryside

But they laughed
They sprawled
They already knew
That we would soon become
Like them
All gray
Like skyscrapers with a wax face
With a wax face
It's the law of this atmosphere
That you can't escape
As long as you live in the city

Naked on the plant
You took
The sun with me
And they sang for us
On the branches the larks
Now instead here
In the city
The engines
Of the cars
They already sing us the funeral march

And the factories
They also perfume the air for us
Coloring our sky black that smells of death
But the Municipality
Says that however the city is modern
You must not mind
If the concrete also closes your nose
Neurosis is in fashion
Whoever has not repudiated it will be

Ouch I can't breathe anymore
I feel
That I'm suffocating a bit
I feel the breath going down
It goes down and doesn't come up
I only see that
Something is
Being born
Maybe it's a tree
Yes it's a tree
Of thirty floors

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