Não posso esconder tosse ou amor
Que me desatina
Quero
Como querem os mais sábios
Sem posse
É tarde quando a encontro
Mas non troppo
Pois crianças não dormem
Emprestam o nome à noite
E meneiam à exaustão
Entre vapores e goles
Fricções e barulhos
Incontidos
Ela me engole
E eu lhe mastigo
Vantagens íntimas
Hesitações
Somos bichos da revolução
Injuriados, subversivos
Do pecado bons amigos
No prestígio há comédia
Uma antologia divina
Na carne fecunda
Na dama que dá sede
Na virtude que abunda
Amante de um momento breve
Nostalgia de um leve instante
Desejo com esmero
Desmaio
Ante a distância que é obstante
Sei mais do que vejo
E peço mais do que posso
Me encanta por ser livre
A dourada amante do ócio
Na cama digo que é dia
No poema juro que é chuva
Falo, lhe encaixo, repito
Por escrito confessa quem ama.
Today I woke up for finding out the sunrise would be at 7:48am Isn't that great? Even the dearest lamb got late And for that I stayed in underwear, dancing alone on the haunted room Dragging my feet over all the dirt and broken tiles until I got enough Ecstatic To touch the switch and let the electricity shock me a little Once that the world and its mean people Do not get me impressed anymore.
Mediocrity is the new sexy, baby Come on Chasing money to freedom We all dress to get undressed Forever expires in 6 months And society became as liquid As my Fireball.
Nasty! Sure Blue agave, premium turf, chardonnay But Cheap moonshine too.
Art can only be conceived by sexual intercourse Between will and hope And when they fuck, oh boy I gotta tell ya Pretty twins are born And their names are laze and despair.
My truck looks like me I see those halfway tires and I can see my legs Broken, hurt, tired columns of bones and muscles that sustains me But somebody can tell that my truck has more wheels than I have got legs However Sometimes life puts me on all fours. Degrading, but still rolling. My truck looks like me With two doors that open anytime to let people in Just like my arms were made to hug. My truck has a broken grill and it has some semblance of my nose. Strong steel, but plastic too. My truck is not the stiffest Because neither am I And I guess neither are you. My truck has only two seats although a third Momentaneous short timed companion can fit in. My truck looks like me with its multiple colors. It is red But gray, also white with its shades. My truck needs work and it clearly speaks about me Whose interior craves cleaning. Naturally it sounds loud. My truck snores and I rev up. Muffler? Hustler? We are both old and it doesn't cost a dime to treat it right. Oil change and water where it must. Some things work better if wet And the valves, oh the valves! like my heart, endless pumping of fluids. Can you feel it? A robust flow They come and go through arteries and tissues. Machines will fail, exhaust will fart. And the mind will have issues. But a pipe ages and when it does it drips. Steering can get loose. In the morning a kick start. Ungovernable? We both can act like pricks. But nothing can stop, not even clutch leaks A great and solid engine V6.
There are ashes around my bed
and the song playing does not fit
the situation
Am I mad? Am I lazy? Am I a
single powerless piece of human labor exploitation?
Whistle, ladies and gentleman, because I've come
to let you know
what is inside and its
origin from.
A pumping heart means chemistry in action
and that is exactly
what we don't have, baby
One is anxious and boredom is a
Hungry ghost
For entertainment it offers
Politics
For wisdom it has
Short quotes
You may mock just for fun
Once happiness comes
With hard thumbs up
Or double ephemeral taps
Only fans knows the real deal
Which means to be
Viewed
And noted
And monetized
But never touched
Crypto fucking stockings algorithm monitored cookies!
Dark
Pretentious waters
Realm
of appearance
Into the madhouse the same jiggle
Of butts
And on the dance floor
shallowness chokes sanity
Is it faking contagious?
Is it foolishness airborne?
When your screen is off
All you see
Is you
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