World

Litle blue ball.
Trees and bees.

One look.
One like.

Everything die.
Sometimes we cry.


No fan.
No fun.

Almost good.
I'm looking for you.

Always in my dreams I see your face.
In the sky, in the space.

One drop 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.

Leandro Borges