We are naked, we are barefoot.
We are awake, those with the questions.
We are writing and breaking, with our heads dangling.
Born in oblivion we do not expect glory.
We with the pens, the notebooks - the little ones.
We with souls embraced the days.
We are fearless in the dust-dust.
We are writing and breaking, mourning and rising.
We in the corners, we with dreams.
Stuffed, kicked, beefy, downy.
We are quietly speaking, we are worthy.
Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping calmly?
Goodbye and Kisses ...
