Where I come from

 In literature I had to write a poem in response to the poem "Where I come from" by Elizabeth Brewster in Song of Ourselves.

 People are made of music
while the wind is woozing,
and rusty strings and sounding
birds whistle songs of our selves.

 The place where I live
covered by huge circles
that lead to other circles
connected by wires
while human being wonder in the woods

The place where I live
is filled with friendship and pretty people
that recieve you with a white smile,
that illuminates the stoney streets.

The place where I live
doesn`t need artificial lights
like a star it shines for itself
even when it rains.

By Santiago Brie and Agustin Galvan.