I am vunerable to death

I am vunerable to death

I'm made of flesh and bones.

I am vunerable to lies

I believe everything

and sometimes

I deny my principles

Then I am vulnerable to sin.

I bleed the pain

through the eyes

of the eardrum

It smells like smoke

all over the planet

in the most diligent minds

shit

where angels do not exist

for want of heaven

for your lack

some places in the world

for a look they die,

the planet dies

on asphalt and concrete

on the edge of a machete.

on the tip of a bullet

stop dreaming the child

mother

the father.