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Thursday, November 17, 2011
After a headache, I always look for some pills
the problem is not when i haven't
the problem is when there are too much
Aspirine© or Paracetamol©
Thats turn me sick at all,
more headache.
more headache I got.
I miss the ChocoCrispies, from Kellog's
Back-ache
I can hear de burm burum
It's on me, i know.
Burum burum on my head,
in my pillow.
Is not my heart, i know that,
'cause is death long time ago.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
mandanga
Poetry is diarrhea.
Deep, fast, furious (sic).
Poetry is true, honest, rough.
Diarrhea is pain in the ass.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Herrando
My new character express himself in a foreigner language.
I don't really know him, but wears my face,
fits my shoes,
shapes into my old' young body.
It's hungry, as me.
We both are hungry young men.
Poors, experts in waste time, in stand up again.
My new character is not afraid to discover new old scars...
but i do.
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