I wanna move my arms
I wanna think to creat my light
I wanna blow my verses outta this field
I wanna draw my own heaven
or swim in dirty chimneys
I wanna chose my gods
to fun in my early years
While you call me "future"
my body will be abstract...
Wanna born tomorrow.
Can you under-stand me?
R.Braga Herculano.
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