I know that the world, the life, might be a place full of inmundice.
and yes, maybe all of people walk on the street with their sight down,
and maybe everything seems dark and dangerous.
maybe the world is shutting to me that I give up.
maybe I should give up. maybe it would be easier.
but I am only a man who likes thinking that all the people have another face,
I'm the man who smiles to other ones in the street
and hopes (perhaps) improving their day,
at least one, at least improving the day to someone
every day most faces not look back at me,
every day my smile is ignored or get as an answer a bad face.
but also, every day, at least, other eyes look my eyes,
other lips come me back a smile,
and other mouth show me, for an instant, its teeth.
a person per day, only one person at a time.
but that unknow, little small, is enough for me.
maybe it'd easier only let it be all like is now.
but I can't help...
