Life is long
It kills the good ones
First of all
It keeps the fools
Life is good
For a few
For some others
It’s useless
There are the rich
There are the poor
The not really rich
The really very poor
The bay lights up
Tonight again the sea will spit
The blood
Of those who had nothing but life
Ahead
Before
Before the crossing
The bay lights up
Tomorrow the bathers will take a nap in front
Without knowing the sadness of the salt
Of the wind
The fear that pirates or wreckers
Might come
Without even knowing
That the sea cries
Life sucks
That we love it so much
This life of nothing
That lies all the time
Life hits
It crumples the shoulder
The bag, the glue
I don’t care what others think
There are the rich
There are the poor
The way too rich
The way too poor
The bay lights up
Tonight again the sea will spit the blood
Of those who had nothing but life
Ahead
Before
Before the crossing
The bay lights up
Tomorrow the divers will make a splash
Inside
Without knowing the sadness of the salt
Of the wind
The fear that pirates or wreckers
Might come
Without even knowing that the sea cries
Without even knowing that the sea cries
Life drowns
Crowds of people
Who dream of jobs
That the whites don’t want

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