the eighth God points out so much work

to free tensions already revising

he said everything's fine and it's and hour of resting

and he left for a walk in given space

who will imagine that the same God upon returning

will find everthing out of order

and that one more will be unemployed

at that rate annually growing without stopping



for that then who has seen him

alone in the streets and traffic

he's waiting for somebody patient

one who's calm

and can converse



while so much of this world rotates and rotates

without being able to stop

and here below some manage us as chess records

i'm not the idiot's class

that allowes you to convince, but i say the truth

and until a blind man can see it



if a lack of occupation

or excessive solitude

God didn't resist more

and left to another place

ti would be our perdition

there would not be another remedy more

to adore Michael Jackson

Bill Clinton or Tarzan



it's more difficult to be a king without a crown

who is a more normal person

poor God doesn't leave in the magazines

that it's not a model nor an artist or a real family



while so much of this world rotates and rotates

without being able to stop

and here below some manage us as chess records

i'm not the idiot's class

that allows you to convince, but i say the truth

and until a blind man can see it