ARGUMENT

My mouth is very sick... Tired!
I don’t get to say what is love,
Because the feelings are above
Of the heads… There is no mind!

The world is adversative… Oblong!
The good seems expensive, rare!
Nonsense is to stay in everywhere
And to build any ladder… So long!

My hands are calloused… Wounds!
My feet walk lost… I can see around
The persons: selfishness and proud!

My mouth wants to speak about love,
However my tongue is locked, alone…
Nobody knows where is the ground!

BY Ivan de Oliveira Melo