Versos Versus II

Barefoot on the way home
dust in my face over my eyes
as pain in the soul and bones
as the beat of the heart of my.

Grey clouds under a yellow sun
grey men under the grey clouds
white shining on my little son
white is our love, our bonds.

I think I deserve to live
but my words don't walk aside of me
so I see my life as a lie
then, what am I supposed to be?