My son

When the politicians speak
keeps silent
They don't get tired of they wrap us
But it will arrive the hour and you will be listened

At night don't fear the shadows of the trees
On the contrary, it congratulates you for the moonlight
That half-open you, that offer you
Because in the times that run
We should thank such sublime divine gift

When you come a hungry person to pass to your side
Don't despise him. He indicates the road that waits
The ones that diverted malicious the flows of the wealth
That don't belong them

Daily you will hear many songs of promises
of the same music played on the whole side
They will always exist many musicians, many mystics
But few will be listened

In the storm of the cities learns how to walk among the crowds
Then it moves away you and it observes them
You will see a circus with a lot of joke

In the a lot of hours idle bill the time that you have to live
You will see after many years passed
And that you won't have more spare times
To recover the lost time

If you know a lot of people, you won't know none
If you don't know deeply one of them
To the discovery of the illusion

When finally only and abandoned
reminds you that your parents
In the tomb silence they await your company
And they will always be with you

Above all learns, it defends you of the thieves
And of the banks that steal lands

Never the Humanity's History
overfilled of thieves as now
That will be presented in holocaust
And they fake that nothing knows, that nothing does

Gil Gonçalves