do not worry
do not fear anything
don't kill yourself for nothing
nothing is worth your while
much less your death;
I do not write this from the other corner
although it seems so,
I was there too and sometimes I go back to the stands
of the galleries that are closed on Sundays
to converse with mannequins
about the lavish mule that is life;
they answer behind the prices and offers
that is not an asshole,
that life is this
and it is much more than the whole city
and that the birds return in March
that sometimes die in your hands or in December,
but don't be afraid
don't kill yourself for nothing
not worth it
this will not happen again
your eyes and your cheeks will not be divided again,
once in the history of the world
are you going to call yourself this way
only in this life you will have
the dancing quilombos,
grab them by the neck and show them your teeth,
if you don't have teeth show them your sex or your bare foot
threatens to take them to see the sea,
what i write
I don't write it for you, I don't know you,
I don't know where your injustices and your humility go,
I tell myself no more
look: fear not
You are armor, and you are also foam and padlocks of bread,
I'm not going to talk this time with the statues
of brown square
nor to lock myself in a hole less loud than dirty,
The birds return in November
do not fear anything,
you are indestructible
Snow.