A Banca do Distinto

Don't talk to the poor
Don't shake hands with black
Don't carry a package
Why so much pose, sir?
Why this pride?

The blind witch
Bumps into us
And life stops
The heart attack gets you, sir
And this bank ends

Vanity is like this, puts the fool up high
And takes away the ladder
But stays close by
Waiting seated
Sooner or later
He ends up on the ground

The higher the coconut tree
The bigger the coconut's fall, after all
Everyone is the same
When the fall ends
With earth on top
And horizontally