I threw my dreams in the sea
Because they were corrupted...
Someone found them dumbfounded
Asking help urgently only to me...
Those dreams said: He is so mad!
I didn’t think that the dreams were alive
Then I went back to my home in five
Minutes... But my heart was sad
And I cried a lot... a lot! It’s impossible
To live without dreams... I let on the table
The dirty hands that threw them in the water...
Step by step I put my thinkings in right place.
In front of the mirror I saw my tired and sick face
And I could understand that I am a good trotter!
By Ivan de Oliveira Melo