A stolen football
It had to go
From the boredom of a lawn
To an asphalt that was donated by Garibaldi
From the shoes of Messi
To the ingnorant shoes.
To the rage that makes
It to fly further than the saints
A blocked football
Among the birds on a roof
He pretends to be an ill egg
Waiting just a pecking
To be able to slip
And to fall from the edge
One simple raining would be enough, however
Even the sky must agree
For a coward who does not move anymore,
It takes great courage to roll down
And to keep calm now
For not to feel like a lost football
An escaped football
If to steal the show
To the wheels of a truck that in the middle of the road
Merely touch it by chance
When it has a meter to go
To a long descent.
A shard of glass stops it because
It is contrary to the free enterprise
A punctured football
It is nothing no more
On the contrary, it is tossed by all the children
And left to turn yellow in the smoke
Of the burned garbage
On the fires of august
As if it were just fate
Arriving so to the end of a course
For a coward who does not move anymore,
It takes great courage to roll down
And to keep calm now
For not to feel like a lost football
It takes great courage to search again the happiness
In a mirage that will soon fade
And to keep calm now
For not to feel like a lost football