the end of Histor
y
ya
.
princes kept the view
(the wind begin to howl)
We Enter
fartos em vinho-Rei
dededecididoouz
life is but a joke
he said. whale beard white smoking brown tobacco
eram tempos de sol e vento
eu eu senti
a fronda branca do nada
Nada ouvem
nenhuma coisa alma ser coisa
Morri mil vezes no Mar!
e levantava-se da cadeira de plástico da esplanada plastificada em super-bock vermelho ferrari (uma traição a uma cor que se nao vê qande sse sê cègo mêeu dêeuos...) o vento que badanava, o 'cachimbo' branco em viscoso adamante nas estressinonas das nove e poi las dés
acoli entre a bengala e mim
ma ressurgia
cosa poca
ma vero cosa grande (!)
io solo
um errar de erro de escrevência
merda, as palavrecas não são intimidade vossa, camaradas.
pois e acabou-se a esquerda swing high que havia
agora, Now a esquerda é kiss me once @ least
or i
talk to Father!
-Well Father is Out in Vacation
He will come from Itake I assume
but yu knoow how hee iz and doez....
.she was pretty as a beautiful hell
high heels stoned
a spa wonder love.
they say gay
ok
ay
g goes 4
nu in klu zive
condom
ça vient au sommeil
-Sh...She..Shu...Shut....UP!
she was an artist she didn look back
xmas
(somehow i was a´fallin in love for this wine of memories, i was skin and corpse then)
deixa morrer-me em coisa futura
(filha)
i was not meant to be wild, babe
i rolled
tar dusty sun wide
born to be
wisy wild
just this
the
caramel smell of the
smoke
and the girls
down there
too too tooroo torooo too
and he goes
your pâ
(not so very much fun, after all)
(vicious, we were all lying)
(so I, whimper...now i know yu'r dead'n gone....no more us...forever, thought to the inside)
so yu see
philosophy
is
even here...(where?
oh renata, life is not a line blurred
is only a line
drawn by what is this It sensing father
,my garden of future soil
i will b a live for ever
you
know
easy riding
foi assim que o mundo rodou
sobre nós, sobre o Mar, sobre a Memória
sobre os nossos Açores
tão em esvoaço de ventana e solarenga
e
em
voo
de
milhafre
desamor
amoarengo
co ume beijo envinhaçado
hey mister. play a song for me
i tried i tried
that's wot ai ssai
an' i tried an' i tried ?
i
cant get no
the imagination of me
nem nunca saberei
neste sangue rosso
e poi me andare per la malla vita
a coisa merda de ser
o nojo disto, cicatriz e mordaça de vento
poi
lo hai çido
per no lo mai me skappare
this
is
him
the me
we all have
in
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