Latitude (translate of Latitud)

If it was possible

go back four centuries 

surround the walls

rescuing the damsel

Or create flavors colours

with a detail of each person

with a bit of our inner children 

Biting wanted  bodies

love them till dawn

But no,

dogs helmets

Bullets aircraft

Mystic selfishness 

And all the banality of the planet 

In the eyes of a child rummaging in the garbage

More pumps

And qualifying 

Moral censorship

a suit that doesn’t fit us

In the name of God

or the evil gold

we are ready to leave it all for them

Although we erase other people,

foreigner, pariah, undocumented

what’s the difference

between this and a world of slaves

Why  man is better than woman

Or skinny than fat 

Or higher than lower

Who writes these truths 

that everyone accepts 

that everyone reproduces

Isn’t  it natural...

And then

pills, drugs 

a littlemore and more 

and death                                                                        

Death of beings who were already dead

death of hunger, of greed and sadism

death of species

death of forests and glaciers 

And what about us?

While we are watching reality on streaming,       

life was over

Something is already vibrating,

the string reverberating

can it be us

must be us

We have time                        

a few minutes to change our perspective,

before love becomes an emotion 

very well described in books

And life,

an obituary

Ando un poco solito
was drawing by MARCELA MOTTA