From the insult of the taxi driver to me from my sexuality to the woman from the continuous beep of the gas, a motorcycle rider of the fruit juice and the acid taste In the spine of the waist, the tail and the exhalation of the laminate Night of the rape of a memory of being disrupted
Look at you so see you on the sky. In the back of my red chills, I kiss this kiss with you Dream of vain kisses. Fishing these sharks with your mourning burn in the mourning of a lip
