32 nations between dreams and joys
In diplomacy of an event,
From icy cold to scorching sun
Tourists to draw a story,
Prince of England known Diadema and São Paulo,
Amid all the vote of the Master Plan of the City of São Paulo,
Callus many housing versus ecology.
Drugs being shared,
But the lives of so many
In daily tears still torn.
Silence echoed the cry of Gol.
Brazilian team in the educational devaluation,
Even when a player can earn more than a teacher, doctor or police?!
Disenchanted my eyes to this forgery.
I can not understand.
Before football was race, cup, sweat and many were not millionaires.
I would tattoo a more sincere people,
Before the tournament, a cry was heard:
Fifa Out, out!
Today arenas packed with gambistas of every race,
The sell tickets.
And not counting the curses,
Where multiple selections already fieram their returns.
Even so, I congratulate the capital Thiago Silva,
After seeing a commercial where he talks of tuberculosis.
But my heart is not Brazilian national football team,
I'm Brazilian but in volleyball, other sports
But in football is something that does not convince me.
Our selection should be as of yore,
Not the Mafia is now.


São Paulo, June 27, 2014. 1 Day before selection to play against Chile in the legume.