GODOT

    Based on Samuel Beckett's play

Seated on a bench

He waits something

Godot is its name

But is it a being

Or a some thing

So precious to him?

His eyes is watching

Every step in the park

In the shop, garden,

School or, even, house...

And pass seconds,

And pass minutes,

Hours in his clock,

And pass days...

And pass months...

And pass years...

A calendar once

Goes away...

In which ways?

I do not know

Since I'm not him

Even if I met him,

I could just see through out

For the same reason

We are but there are not...

He lives just for him

And I, just for me.

Speak and talk?

Just to each own

Tell and say?

The answer is: unknown.

I think I just see..

See a Godot

In our way...

He is waiting for...

And I'm, for him...

Just to he helps me

To Answer these questions:

What are we?

And what is life for us?

Meanwhile

This is not happening,

I think:

When Godot is going

To appear?

(Leandro Monteiro)