Extress
We run for
the city.
We exceed
the speed limit.
In a
constant period.
We run the
all instant.
We look the
happiness.
We only
find the vanity.
If to look
at in its ambition.
saw that
modernity is our destruction.
The
pollution in suffocates them.
Time is
money and this me nauseated.
The
concrete and ash, ugly and cold.
The green
that existed there, disappeared!
We are
being suffocated, and alone in the congealed fed ones of.
I do not
obtain to breathe.
Necessary
of a little of air.
I have
asthma, bronchitis and chronic gastrite.
Somebody
thought about atomic bomb?
That nothing,
the world goes to improve.
We have
money, progress and much place to deforest.
What in it
remains them to conquer.
The world
to only exterminar.
The more we
run to obtain.
Faster the
world goes to come to ruin itself.
Perhaps it
does not run and it walks.
Thus the
death not in the reach.
We run the
all instant. It stops! ...
it relaxes
and it thinks one instant.
Author: Mauro Santos(Dib).