I am as a skyscraper
Of the city of São Paulo,
Tokyo or New York
That it rises august,
Imposingly,
But tiny and impotent,
Before the clouds
The wandering, the static
And the stationary ones.
My arms are beaten in the airs
As mills of wind
And you are stratospherical light
That I loose.
Powerlessness
It is the word
And I am the main
Actor
Of this drama.
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