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Frenesí pasó hoy por mi cabeza. Impulsado por él me saqué los zapatos y manejé descalzo. Como un jipi asqueroso.

escribí un poema, se llama

CUNT CUNT CUNT

Sexy voice on the telephone,
Makes you all dizzy - you'll probably fuck up these fantasy
Start to cry and scream and spit after ten long years.
Can´t do so I teach
How to remain smiling and please.

Head full of codes,
Chop it off! - inner enthusiastic voice
no way no care
remembering ‘em all
I said chop it off!

Would you, my future drunk shot love
Keep on begging smiling bending
I wont appear

Probably along with Jesus till end of all years.