Strange time's
Thats the new cliché
But the really and Simple thing is
Im still waiting the same
And very old misery of our days bebé
Dont put in my sholders
your asks
Dont demand me to strong to make
Yous tasks
Dont tell me why you forgot
Your bests Days shorter than
the poem Of the temporary hour
Its only my such memorable tour
Geting Around my fucking destiny
Poor jee
Lost in desiderable Dreams
Running and running
cets plus tard ?
J'ai arrived on detour?
Minha lingua Latina sabia
lambidos
Desvairados da chuva
Tomados da bruma
Obtusa, oblíqua, obliterada quase
Palavra cravada no asfalto
Ofidio orifício artifício máquina
Arde
Arde
Deu pra ver?
