Hurricane HeroOne summermorning he awoke and he decided it was timehe made up his mindSo he went up to the roof in search for something thatwould prove he’d alwalys been blindThe idea was to arouse the pigeons in the pigeon-houseso when he opened up the doorHe gently asked them « would you all me to findexactly what I’m looking for »So he finally broke the stringsthat had always kept him dowman attempt to regainwhat he once lostno need to count the costthe hero of the twentieth centuryA storm raged across the land, the wind was fighting withthe sanda hurricane named HeroThe People looked up to the sky, they saw the shape of ahuge kiteIt must be the hour ZeroA million pigeons in a V, a man so tiny you couldn’t seehimdangling on the stringtied to each separate little bird, shouting out against theworld; « We’ll shit on you, motherfuckers »So he finally broke the chainthat had always kept him dowmbit by bitNo shit.mã.