TO DIE

When you wake up, you open your eyes

To live your fears, your money and your lies

To work hard, to pass over enclosing your playmate

To try to be punctual but you are always late

But when you sleep, you close your eyes

To bring off everything you want at all the tries

To soar, to drop off and never to hurt

Not to fell pain, not to be dry and curt

When you have good dreams, you go to the Sky

You converse with God and, there, you never die

You live happy, without fear and without pain

But when you have bad dreams, you go to the hell

You come to the fire to suffer and not to live well

Like your life without feeling and without a brain

LERIAS, Washington Roberto, LIGHT-HOLDER, 1997, p.26