The Foolish Games

look at me, if you don't want to look anything,
bleeding you, spit the dirt on the floor,
i don't look at you.

you are not alone, behind you there is a man who breaths,
bravely, tired and dedicated,
my tears drop on my trousers,
give me a moment to repair it.

all friends of mine desired to play the foolish games,
lonely, or with another one.
i sit alone and watch you friendly.