Sexta-feira 12

Cycling in the very first morning
The cold hot Rio weather
The search for the so called Endorphin
RUN RUN RUN
The music of past insane nights
Shouting in your years
Reminding the taste of alcohol and the smoke
RUN RUN RUN
The kids waiting for their vans to go to school
The Backpacks on shoulders
And bored gazes on their faces
RUN RUN RUN
The sun, the vitamin D, the almost empty streets
The workers arriving in the uncountable buildings in construction
While old ladies working out to live a little bit more
RUN RUN RUN
The smell of coffee and fresh bread, the retired reading the news
The dogs taking a ride with their owners
The drunken men trying to get home since last night
RUN RUN RUN
The sun gets hotter, the sweat, the weariness
Time to go!
The shower, the breakfast, the sleep
Life’s just begun. For the others.
Never for you.