"Minstrel of nothings privacy, con artists and have lost everything, that's how
scorn (if they could, leaders ...)
poets who fill these dark regions
lights.
In the mouths of lions, the homely feast minute
and media violence,
melt before the body make saliva.
We are invited to the table and smoke
appearance molding. Ixion
could not have done better.
We are ecstatic South America
with no container, with the other poverty, which the wealthy
shed
spitting mouthfuls of infamy humorous, deliberate forgetfulness
.
At least we know where is the resistance.
If you are reading these lines have not yet dreamed
or proposed
because your blood is boiling
a pillar of resistance emerging.
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