poetry book
To the people and the repeated stories of those who tried me and I tried them to Fran. The experiences in general for any band that is distorted and there is no harmony with the anthem, for the queue, for the flag, and for anyone who flops on his back and twists.. I get hit with a pen, for the hair.. and a peacock for the people who flogs it.. even though it kisses it to those who taught us the Shahata.. They preceded us in absence For cheap nights, fatigue, and reproach, for the true subconscious and the false consciousness