Litle blue ball.
Trees and bees.
One look.
One like.
Everything die.
Sometimes we cry.
One fan.
Yes, fun.
Almost good.
I'm looking for food.
Always in my dreams I see no race.
In the sky, in the space.
One dropp of rain.
No gain.
Yes pain.
Blood in my mind.
I see the picture one more time.
I dont have time for a dime.
Samba dancers are flying with me.
I see.
Now look, come with us.
In my life.
I make a plus.
Nothing is real.
Now you can feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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