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So, the world is full of poetry, i bet you knew that, i didnt
it's all around the city, on the roads, in the sky above our roofs
inside our houses, between your clean underwear at the first drawer of your closet
But i bet you knew that, i didnt


So, i hit a taxi this morning and there's a man next to the driver
an old one,passenger too, i think, and he kept speaking
and the road has so many cars and sounds,
great harmony for his melody, as he said
and he kept speaking


He turns and says to me:
"The moments before an accident" and points his finger "but before the fear come
The autumn, with the cold that arrives unexpected every time
The fails, that become giants, because you take yourself too serious
The dead ends, that you break your face, like a driving dummy
and you, with bruises and broken teeth, smiling
You re alive and wondering " I'm truly beautiful?""

So i left the track with headache
and thinking that the world is full of poetry
and thinking that you knew that too
but i didn't
So motherfucking bad poetry