Putanita de álcoo,l venom, depressor do SNC...

Quem pensa nâo, uma antiga depressão, é cego ou nâo quer ver nâo.

Fuck my old things passed, water under that many bridges

As lágrimas da barragem eventualmente arrumam passagem, canto de etílico,

Choros sepultados, guardados, reprimidos, soluços partidos sempre retidos. 

And Anne Sexton makes my healthy tears fall and fall relentless and unafraid.

And Departure makes me doubt if Plath has not conceaded to the erudition temptation,

The utmost fringe of a mundane vision was accepted by my crazy criticism. 

Ghosts of beautiful voices.

You are successful and death,

Am I inconsequent, unpublished and still alive. Alterar texto

But we three still anyway thrive, what a trio.

Oh such keepers of of Profane Grail could we be….

Reinvent yourself and never became a prisoner of academic institutions,
Never give your ass to potential powerful corporations,
Your ass is an asset of the greatest value is you don't accept low bids for it…
The fucking market says it will plumb, or Rise LIke HELL
Wait, stay hungry and homeless if you have too, wait for fucking History to TELL!