Tomorrow

And there will be free horses running on the streets
It will be the day of the massive liberations
The child would have spoken to the warden
and the warden with his heart
The entire city full of free horses
They will climb the stairs
to the top of the towers
farms
purple skyscrapers
death
and the will rise up on their two legs
liberating us, liberating themselves very high
tomorrow.
Tomorrow
this will be the harvest of our tears of
blood
the lonely woman would have spoken to the grass
These will be the flowers of all bleeds
the wounds of loneliness:
All The Doors Open

All
The birds free
Hor
ses
of all colors
entering into ghe churches
satiating their thirst from the baptismal
font
Besides you
and me
waking up without fear
Do you see,
love
how can there be something as big as
our love
on this earth?, further on
our love did not get lost in the sea
nor in the air
By the orchard of saints and heroes
already flourishing in the future
the births
of the first free colts.