Sat upon a tree
Look at those little coloured birds
Over the branches they sing and fly
You should learn to listen to the old ones
When they speak their words are wise
Forget the gossip of this world
If you do that many problems will not arise
Stop and listen: worthy words are not to spare
All those tricky voices you shall ignore
Life goes on, whether you like it or not
Like a chain of lies not left behind
Or rotten corpses that smell so bad
A misguided man can harm you of death
N. Afonso, 10.01.2012
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