don't forget to take your vita
mins
they taste of grass mixed with blood
now put your mouth to the gutters
drink
spare yourself
do not expect any miracles
love is a dead sparrow falling from the sky
I don't believe in stories with happy end
ings
I don't believe in stories of any kind
the wind feels great
I'm dreaming about dreaming
pale like I was
on that day of june '74
my parents looked at each other thinking that I was born
just to teach them
the best way of dying on your very own birthday
I heard God saying that he did not want
any legal custody over me
so I was sent back
today I'm putting blocks in between.
when I was asked for the first time
I said to my kids that death is no
thing else but a squized lemon
at the bottom of the garbage bag
I couldn't find a better definition
I never tried
