Construção

That time, he loved as if it were the last
He kissed his wife as if she were the last
And each of his children as if they were the only one
And he crossed the street with his timid steps

He climbed up the building as if he were a machine
He raised four solid walls on each floor
Brick by brick in a magical design
His eyes blurred with cement and tears

He sat to rest as if it were Saturday
He ate beans and rice as if he were a prince
He drank and sobbed as if he were a castaway
He danced and laughed as if he heard music
And he stumbled into the sky as if he were drunk

And he floated in the air as if he were a bird
And he fell to the ground like a limp package
He agonized in the middle of the public walkway
He died against the flow,, blocking the traffic

That time, he loved as if it were the last
He kissed his wife as if she were the only one
And each of his children as if they were the prodigal
And he crossed the street with his drunken steps

He climbed up the building as if it were solid
He raised four magical walls on each floor
Brick by brick in a logical design
His eyes blurred with cement and traffic

He sat to rest as if he were a prince
He ate beans and rice as if it were the best
He drank and sobbed as if he were a machine
He danced and laughed as if he were the next
And he stumbled into the sky as if he heard music

And he floated in the air as if it were Saturday
And he fell to the ground like a timid package
He agonized in the middle of the castaway walkway
He died against the flow, blocking the crowd

That time, he loved as if he were a machine
He kissed his wife as if it were logical
He raised four limp walls on each floor
He sat to rest as if he were a bird
And he floated in the air as if he were a prince
And he fell to the ground like a drunken package
He died against the flow, blocking the Saturday

For this bread to eat, for this ground to sleep
The birth certificate, the concession to smile
For letting me breathe, for letting me exist
May God bless you

For the free booze we have to swallow
For the cursed smoke we have to cough
For the dangling scaffolds we have to fall from
May God bless you

For the mourning woman to praise and spit on us
And for the maggoty flies to kiss and cover us
And for the final peace that will finally redeem us
May God bless you