World Poem by Leandro Borges Borges

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.