A Formiga No Carreiro

The ant on the path
Was coming in the opposite direction
Fell into the Tagus
Next to a septuagenarian
Climbed up the planks
That floated on the waters
And from the top of one of them
Turned towards the anthill
Change direction
Here comes another path
The ant on the path
Was coming in a different direction
Fell on the street
In the middle of everyone
Moved, moved, opened its legs
To climb the balconies
And from the top of one of them
Turned towards the anthill
Change direction
Here comes another path
The ant on the path
Was going around in life
Fell on top
Of a fallen thorn
Drilled, drilled fiercely
In a hole that was there
And from the top of one of them
Turned towards the anthill
Change direction
Here comes another path