In Cairo they do not know what time it is now
The sun on the Rambla today is not the same
In France there is a concert, people have fun
Someone sings loudly, someone shouts to death
It always rains in London but today it does not hurt
The sky does not offer discounts even at a funeral
In Nice, the sea is red with fires and shame
People on the asphalt and blood in the sewer
And this huge body we call Earth
Wounded in his organs from Asia to England
Galaxies of people dispersed in space
But the most important is the space of a hug
Of mothers without children, of children without fathers
Of faces illuminated like walls without paintings
Minutes of silence broken by a voice
You did not do anything to me
You did not do anything to me
You have not taken anything from me
This is my life that goes on
Over all, besides people
You did not do anything to me
You did not have anything
Because everything goes beyond
Your useless wars
There are those who make the cross
And who prays on the carpets
Churches and mosques
The Imam and all the priests
Separate entrances
Of the same house
Billions of people
Who are hoping for something
Arms without hands
Faces without names