Eclogue to the superhero

"If I could change... change those things that dominate me.
If I could change your stare for mine"

-the hero says-

and flies over Chuculata Ville, henraged, with helix on head.

"And if I could change the color of the sea, paint it bluer for your happiness
I would change it"

-the hero ruminates-

and flies over Trulalá Town, audax, sanforized cape.



Like a breathless love song in the Spring, Súper Hixitus flies over the woorld, monitoring it with bovine eye of child.


"Being a hero ain't that hard, as far as you have magnetic bracelet & sensors for everything
... and if I could change the fasion, I would change the fasion of the woorld for you"

-the hero exclaims out loud, as from surprise or emotion-

and flies, patrolling the Eurozone from the air, coldfaced.