I am the foreigner
And one can see that
I do not speak
Just like you
I come from the beetroot
Where the aubergines get purple at dawn
They are like me
All terrified
We were shifted without our roots
Since our radicals
Are so soft
All these fruits
Touch the sun
I am the foreigner
Like the water in your river
And like the cadence
That your girl dances to
They call me the Brown
Because of my hands
That are always black
I think that is beautiful
But me, my name is Bruno
The image of my father who followed a blind wave
That gets back to my ancestors
The hidden sens behind my name
All terrified
We were shifted without our roots
Since our radicals
Are so soft
All these fruits
Touch the ground