• Marcelo looks up to the sky..Teary eyes..he waits for his friend,Godoa, he sits down and looks up to the sky covered in dirty clouds and speaks up :


    "And tonight I am looking at the stars. I wonder what is the fate?
    Shiver in the chest. Country eternally thirsty for tears
    and pain that overcome it. And tonight waiting for Godoa on the stairs of metro i dream gray, even though i want to dream of life
    O God, whose sins are we paying ?
    Whose debts are we returning?
    All futile wars ... rain days without the rainbow ...
    young lives that were waiting for some new tracks ...
    No longer look at your home angels you'll die of grief!
    Because of false patriotism, peers are dying
    and they weren't even guilty ...
    Oh God, I confess, I am a coward - I love to live!
    ... and pictures wave from the walls, although they say that time flies ...
    I pray to the sun to remember us again.
    I swear to God, no ideals are worth of my single life!
    All the great philosophers-- thank you,
    all the falls speeches about the patriotism, do not confront me.

    I know that the dead cry because In my heart I hear screams!
    they groan and swear ... ask "Why ?"... "Was it worth it?"
    Well was it worth it? To tell his mother that she lost her only child?!
    ... and we still live in misery and despair...
    i wish i could let the world know...

    Let them know that even today we do not know any reason nor importance for war!
    And everyone had enough of war! Hatred is not our, but its given to us!
    all of us suffer the same injury from the old days!
    People are people, regardless of this or that meridian.
    The same things we fear ...
    Forgive us our sins.

    I am not the one that knows, but I hope at least you know
    why so much pain, tears and fear?
    Ashes to ashes and dust will become dust again,
    But no one will know why did the brother kill his brother ... "

    As he lowers his head down, Godoa walks down the stairs and sits beside Marcelo replying to his trouble..:

    "Eh, Marcelo ...
    Poor our pathetic and tractable population.
    When a man does nothing, the easiest way is to sell his communality...
    We have big nations with little brain.
    Strong fathers and leaders - they are like drugs to us:
    the whole time we choose bad systems ...

    ... and its our stupidity and fear of indecision.
    Majority wish to have the mentality of the village people.
    We just start up well - and in hatred we turn,
    We forgot how to laugh, Marcelo. These muscles in the face
    They simply do not move ...
    Common the round up will start soon. We cant afford to be late"

    Marcelo and Godoa get up from the stairs and brake out into a run.
    Sky above the lights up, from time to time.
    War is close.