The document is a poem written in Galician that envisions a world where weapons are replaced by more peaceful objects and concepts. It describes swords being turned into loaves of bread, shields becoming Portuguese coins, tanks becoming large barrels of beer. It wishes that bases were triangles, squadrons only design drawings, triggers were small cats, aiming a gun was blowing on a board for Manolo, firing was kicking a ball, and bombs were chewing gum balls. This idealistic vision proposes a world without real weapons, only the author's soul remaining.