From the perspective the phallus t… Raised pointing with pink hat fall… Orange hat on noisy marmalades We kisses between greedy sucks In the excitations without extensi…

My secret is not such My secret is not as much. The key for the unintelligible is… My head is a sort of hoarder attic… Smells of decay without friends

Sorry to enter your beautiful, coh… Das Wort ist das Lebens des Sein… Well, Martin, only in part, the b… Feelings not translated to languag… Or whatever gets a knot in your st…

The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…

An orchid leaves its scent, characters will not bend, Roads always diverge, around a tree love struggles, Another scene made of clay, hot, colder, next day. Seated at on old stairway en...

Regret, pain, incessantly Pain under all joy Pain like Pain Pain my Cold Mountain,

All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.

Beyond some pain and distress Lies a world of unending sorrow So profound, so inlaid, it comes with music. One never gets acoustomed

Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…

Hoje ontem, na próxima semana Sim, absolutamente, se dana, Se deita na cama do gato sem o dev… People are strange Any door has know that for long

Tea is warmness made by folks to p… But no leafs stand in my hot water Only the transparency of invisible… Stares back at me receiving no rep… No tea has been kept in the worn k…

So many masks to bear testimony, Farces played so often, veils of t… Silks and brocades on orchards so… Some although still refuse to be p… Some broken in so many micro fract…

It was the bloods and the creeps As I needed it all on the arm The world struggling to harm That ethereal nature deep inside By monetizing every inch of it.

Two roads in a Yellow wood, I have never decided, as I should Many roads as a man drive by Nothing palpable staying behind. Too many nights with a rat in my s…