To buy car is to increase one more hole, how to navigate without sea. The highways are not necessary. Everything is a necessary evil. A horrible effort of altruistic martyrdom went projected to our modus vivendi. Consistence of losing a lot of hours, to find the old age precociousness, to lose the health.
Delight habits infused without appeal trespass, they propagate in the it would fill up of the streets that no longer the healthy. The main premiums are holes, mires. Streets dug due to the intense search of the feelings oils-producing.
Oh! What nights, those festivals, that mother with suite of sparrows, where you do walk?
The child is ahead, disastrous hurried. She stops, she turns, and it incites the course. The mother carries the age of the suffering, without lament. In the head, a load that doesn't relieve the survival. In the backs, the recent weight of the born unhappiness, fallen asleep. For the hand, the child's annoyance crawls diligent in the against-hand of the bread.
Is the mother, of the mothers of the black poverty. Of the obscure days, of the inextinguishable nights.
Ó black poverty, certainly in the uncertain you walk. The flooded streets of oilfields, black pastures, black grasslands that are not to eat, nor to drink.
Many poets, lawyers, economists, few engineers, few humans.
Illiterate people, will never be independent.
Without books, without freedom.
The poverty is black, of the colour of the petroleum.
The temporary power is momentary, the spiritual is eternalized.