SELF OF SELVES

Maybe the conditioned souls
Can be solve the parts of some machines,
So, to be or not be can be the question…

Maybe, or to being not, solving at least a part of them?

Retract our confluences and animal performances
The fact can be true, or the all world can be zero, or false…

Men surrounded above the cold bed, sometimes
And women kiss another flowers of herself
Or, under the only circumstances the situation of the hypocrisy of theme of war
Instead and insist in front of a little sun and the butterflies that flying
Over and over the sea, maybe, the imagination sea, suppose, women, that the ancient questions
Where our people try to live on the sky, the concrete sky, before the consonant ways
Before the reminiscence of a simple dream solve the self of a science and your deep trues
Maybe the sunshine contain the soil and the soil contain the substance of a avenue
When for while a people manifest your intern tears, suppose, for don’t learn anymore
Without the conflicts and the hate of anxious that the situation and ego
Don’t support anymore the power relationships…