Merginaditos

Even if they have little lunches, they will never bloom,
reaching the future station, a pig takes them off the train,
it's funny to see them playing, the flute with a paper,
throwing a pipe to hunger, and a little hat to power.
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Little blankets of trumpets, the sidewalks my mattress,
I live in a private neighborhood, deprived of light, peace, and love.
The cold as the only shelter, the sky tastes like bread to us,
the wind shelters dreams, dreaming of waking up.
But, oh, oh, oh, oh, we won't look at them,
oh, oh, oh, oh, we won't listen to them,
oh, oh, oh, oh, we won't look at them,
oh, oh, oh, oh, we won't.......

The drums of marginalization sound,
an infinite exile within the heart,
dreams in colors can be seen better,
they prefer to keep sleeping, oh if everything.....
if everything stays brown

em. I love you. pl♥