I suggest that the saddest of the prisoners
have the right to silk sheets;
blessed be the mouth that gives kisses
and do not swallow coins.
I propose to corrupt the Puritan,
spy on the shower to the neighbors,
go to take away the god of Christians
his crown of thorns.
No margaritas to the sane,
you have to run more than the police
to dance the waltz of memories
crying with joy
Life is not a grid block
but a swallow in motion
that does not return to the nests of the past
because he does not want the wind.
It is advised to sleep soundly
far from design temptations,
that does not pass by your door
the man of your dreams.
The frog hides an enchanted prince,
your mouth a bittersweet quince
What an urge for an accelerated course
of screw kisses!
And play by playing
without having to die or kill,
and live upside down
that to dance is to dream with the feet.
It is advisable to enter penultimate in the goal
of the return to childhood on a scooter
and shoot the king of poets
with toy bullets.
Why not get doctored in zippers
how the ant does on your back
and baste with tatters of flags
reddish panties
They need tickling to be serious,
think slowly to walk fast,
give serenades in the cemetery
dying of laughter.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)