The friendship bridge

In the cold of Brazilian dawn,
listening to a rock so strong.
I got up, out
from my house
in the shirt of Klein
and shoe Nike

I start of running in the Portuguese streets,
the lanes so narrow 
and houses so close,
A lady in white 
is selling white rose.
I keep changing my altitude with roads
and so I know all, as my time shows.
The balconies have flowers
and all the houses with scars,
The dogs are staring 
and all the town is wet
no where is mud, but
light's are so less.
The sound is tripping, in mind
with every muscle of mine,
going along
the friendship bridge.

I am from Brazil and going to Paraguay,
on friendship of these shrines
as the bridge stands to shine.

So close are we to minds of life,
for me is life and you are life.
Lets bridge our minds to make new worlds,
for an Iberian lunch and to dine in Pakistan.

An hour has passed, running
and music thus following,
I take a turn and round about
I go back to my home.