Thursday, January 31, 2008

Wilson Basketball Toronto

MY HEAD

One day
not know when my neighborhood was filled with crocodiles and pirates
tie ...
that steal your soul take you
wadding,
that take your money.
And the end of the day you're hungry
and desire to mourn
because just when you turned
all decency forgot

mother took you and there is no God
neither religion nor science nor bread
or heroes or anything like it.
From one day to another neighborhood
is a jungle full of beasts and dream catchers

murderers of free men to leave no crumb
used to take advantage of someone who suffers from a dream
and at the start night, just want to mourn
sea of \u200b\u200bdisappointment,
but have been to your tears ... did

formally as a legitimate theft
in easy installments by the thousands.
my life I wish I wake up,
because you might not find me
may be the price, the value
,
currency,
my head.

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