Escrito à quatro mãos. Eu e o Mario Giglio, irmão mesmo que não seja de sangue:
HOT HOLE
Fear in the darkness
she was pale
and I was naked
she was afraid
and I was excited
because she was nude too
and I've been alone for a long time . . .
What's the time?
Only regardless in the night
my sex open your world
to a wild way
and the minds thinking
at the first round
to fight by space . . .
The hot hole space . . .
Face to face.
And the hot hole
it's a fancy that came from the stars
we are only lost souls
wandering over the sea
trying to see
where's our space in the land
of the hot hole way.
What's the way?
running over the clouds
after the tug of dreams
I listen whispers in the air
shining shadows in my vision
and the superman says: "Goodbye",
I'm a fool guy.
While bells, sirens, atoms,
desire of vomit and other absurds
have made my head
your body was invaded by me
carrying cramps to your entrails
immobilising the perverted being
existing inside you.
Who're you?
Numberless puppet in the Universe
blackmail of my erection
hermit in your lilac castle
looking for a volcano in eruption
that so inactive, is covered by leafs.
Desist you!
Prop your ear in a gramophone
and hear the clean creaking noise
Don't dare to idolise.
If the old idol can't make a beauty space
you have just to share your tears
with the kidnapper of meaning
taking thoughtlessness of the risin' joker leader
that no one take care . . .
Ironical words
ironically changing the world.
What's the world?
A piece of happiness forming a statue,
unfruitful monument,
building castles in the air
stoned
drunk
waiting for the moon
that won't come back so soon.
Your finger touch the water
but you can't feel the frigid feeling
that one day left you in the lightly room
but alone
without reason to carry on,
carry on, with a little rest of hope.
Who's the hope?
It's a teeth in a toothless mouth
(like hens, so bitch, so hens)
or the life in the heaven
(all are died! The souls are here!)
Alive is a nankeen ghost
Walking maliciously in my mind
Nic, Pat and Esqualidus
and the barbecue over the granite stone
poor head, "Erectus Falus"
Big Black Cloud cacique
Playing the "rain dance".
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