there is a catastrophic dream
a dream that changes
but that it is the same one

a dream of uniforms
of blue they change to gray
to brown

a dream of expansible bullets
very close
and radios

we are many
we are all
and we walk together
for enormous streets

and we mix
with those of the rifles
for that we still think
that they won't injure
that they won't dare

there are also women
in the "squadron of the death"
they are sometimes tempted in their hearts
and so they allow to leave

in the dream there is anguish
no longer for my life
my life doesn't have importance

anguish for the tiny
lives

of my starlets

of my starlets....