"Cem pessoas"

There was a hundred people looking at each other

Walking on the streets and talking in groups

Some of them could see the birds around

Some of them could see the fog sky and

Some of them was blind

Some of the blind could feel the breeze

Some could feel the windy and some couldn't be there

There was more then talk, more then a day, more then one person

There was LIFE coming and going

There was fellings not about weather

There was much more

That anyone could see without an open heart and mind

There was me , there was you

I couldn't see you and you're probably looking for me.