In the beautiful Land of the Flying Sharks
those who do not believe in their dreams
join the daily extensive streams
of the adults who stick to boring routines
These streams, they flow towards giant buildings
that look like a greenhouse that the sun is gilding
But inside they’re dark and they feel like a cave
that no joke or laughter can ever escape
The baileys of these glacier-like structures
are thick and smooth, without any fractures
they possess magnetic and sinister powers
that lure in the plants with colourful flowers
Any flower that touches this massive bulwark
loses its colour in that very instant
They merge, intertwine and become one mass
and darken forever the see-through glass
