A poem about the problems in the high-crime zones with poor residentals
in Brazil and the broken dreams from the childhood of Ernesto where he
is happy and stuff and he wanted to change the reality with his dreamworld where
everything is good and everyone is happy and he ends as fucked in the head
hardcore LSD user and stuff

    Part I 

  My head is empty, my brain is dead, my sister tempty, have a piece of
bread

    Part II 

  If the dishes I found were like ships underground I would go down there
and steal some underwear