The stubborn are irreverent.
not respect institutions, we are an institution. And a culture.
True poets dream of snakes. I dream of polar bears with wings.
Yes, wings of a dove, hawk. It's a cute bug. I do not look well.
dream I love the simplicity of the complex and real. Because people.
the people "before." That were complex as any now, but they were real.
Those who are nostalgic for things that do not necessarily lived.
inch by inch.
The stubborn dream of one day drinking mate with all facebook friends .
With few mates and bulbs, of course, on organizational matters.
But I dream of giving a hug to each one after the other. Using a large scrum .
In a city full of mines, I'd rather stay with a .
But one, seriously!. That
whose kisses are made of truth of which I spoke a while ago.
I am a musician. Or want to be.
And I write rhymes bullshit with and I like the glam rock 80. I am a stubborn
, Salmoneus all honor.
And yet survive, because ... I do not know if you've noticed ...
the world is turning to é ste side.
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