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Walking for the places of the city,
I looked at a lying man in the soil,
was with penalty and I was to ask,
what you are making in this place,
Looked at for side and started to cry.
Speak of the wife, of the son and of the cook,
Speak of the mailman, of the square and rabbits,
Speak of the politics and of the flies in the soup,
Speak of the straps and the brooms.
I was for house and I started to think,
As it is that it exists people as him,
who cannot eat and nor pee.