My social history is billboard
a novel character
Of love I have suffered the impossible
but already found my company
She is a good girl
studying psychology
with Freud going to fix my life
Invited her to leave one day
anyone
we psychoanalyze the stars
baby from his hand warm love
and kiss his cornstarch
but kissing her suddenly
someone off? Moon
tell me life
what it overwhelms you
I have a fever
the head gave me turns
my knees loosen
I can not resist
and dance in my head
little lights
because I have a joy
your kisses, kisses of love
Is that what gives you? To anybody
the kiss of the ciguatera
a sentence that I carry
for eating sand fish
my bones are loosened
from the head to the head
there is no ant on the ground
nor among the stars
not a little cure
the kiss of the ciguatera
psychoanalyze my pen
as Freudian brunette
a little bit that I inherit
of some tribe of Nigeria
there is no ant on the ground
nor among the stars
not a little cure
the kiss of the ciguatera
Only among all we can make this a better place :)