WE ARE PART OF THIS SAME GAME

We are part of this same game?

Tell me when it started, because I was not warned.

Are we the poor?

What part are we?

You know it will come a new one, which will undergo an old man who dictates the order

And you know, what will be said loud and clear!


Some take their lives to the word described

And so many others lead their lives, the sweet adventures, lost roads and definitive prisons.


  Others earn the honor of being as midnight.

  The zero point that we got this unbalanced sky

What hides the face and the edge of the truth?


  What defines me?

A puppet or any important piece for your checkmate.

Is right there, an observer Bird, who notes and stealing, to thee from far ...

Flies away from our side ...


And I know others will say: That his poor roots can no longer sustain you more!