The scarecrow A dusty scarecrow stands on his feet The dry field around sign absenses His impact is useless a long time ago Maybe this is the cause of spasms when the wind blows I come closer and in his face straw had withered Did the "scary job" worth ? Is that the reason for the lack of life around ? I blink my eyes as a sign of goodbye and best wishes for him May the water come around soon and life flourish Satisfied in his most primordial needs May he let himself fly out of his stake and let the wind decide his destination May he land softly, kissing the ground and make himself earth G.S. from: Purple mind O espantalho O espantalho permanece empoeirado mas de pé O campo s...