Behind you hidden each new thing
In these bright stars his words begin:
“From the first moment in my mind
Destine to these unlucky times
How hard so many anxious nights
Angry cries on the path of life
Street preacher in ragged apparel
‘So where are we now?’ he bellows
Lost! This Sunday afternoon
Throughout the world a bad mood
Hustled by a passer-by
These same faces, half-closed eyes
Preacher took his book and left
The party of love and tolerance"
Such was the image in my mind
When I awoke how daylight came
Looking up my heart beating
Everyone became a queen
Love tatoo and flip flops
Brazilian jeans and tank top
Mystery and beauty if you allow it
In my yellow-painted lobby
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