There are some days
In which I think about my fellow people
And I feel
A blunt punch in my heart
Because it seems that
Suddenly it happens
Like an unexpected desire of living
Without noticing
That it happens the same way when
I'm on a ride in the suburbs
And I feel great
Coming from somewhere else by train
And then
I get so envious of these people
Who go on life
Without no one for them to count on
I see "sad" houses
With chairs in front of them
And on their façades
It's written that they are homes
Around their balconies
Sad and fallow flowers
Just like happiness
That doesn't have a place to rest
And then I get sad
Deep within my heart
Like someone else's despite
Of me not having how to battle
And I don't believe
I ask God to help my fellow people
They're humble people
This makes me want to cry