SOMETHING POETIC, HERE AND THERE...
I HAVE SOME FRIENDS 100,612 HOUSE,
PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES.
THERE`S A CIRCLE AND A LOT OF TRUTH THERE.
612`S DOORS OPEN AND THE WALLS TALK ABOUT IT,
IT TOOK SOME TIME.
WHAT CAN A FAMILY NAME DO?
I`VE DISCOVER IT, 22 YEARS AGO.
THERE`S A SECRET,
SILENTLY SINGING ON THE STREETS,
WHAT RELIGION IT MIGHT BE?
THE WORDS ARE FLOATING ON THE BOOK`S PAGES,
FROM COAST TO COAST, ACROSS THE SEVENTH SEAS,
VICTORY SECRETS 100 WATER,
ARE SUBMERGING.
THE GHOSTS OF THE NAVIGATOR,
ARE AWAKING THE MINDS,
THAT ONCE, SOME WERE BLIND TO SEE,
WHAT IN THE CIRCLE OF THE DARKNESS,
IT WAS WROTEN ON THE STREET`S WALLS.
THE LITTLE LIGHT IN THE UNKNOWLEDGE OF SOME,
IS FLORESCING THE ART,
OF SLEEPING MAGIC OF ONE NAME,
HENRIQUE ROSA
IN THE MIDDLE OF HISTORY,
THERE ARE, THOSE AGAINTS IT.
THOSE, WHO PLAY FALSE STEPS,
IN THE SPRING.
THOSE, WHO TELL,
TO NOT BREAK UP,
THE DERAIL OF HISTORTY.
GARDIANS OF OUR LIFE,
PROTECT SECURITY,
THEY TURN THE KEY,
THEY STEP IN,
CONTROLING YOU AND ME,
GARDIANS OF OUR LIFE,
PUMPKINS ON THE STRING.
PORTUGAL DOS PEQUENINOS 
