there you will find death, but if you prefer life then renounce to eternity, is a question that arises in the middle of euphoria, then you spend in an area of surprise disgusting, rotting is old, the pipes are blocked, the heart is full of silt, cleaning quick, clear conscience new transition date, soap blue sky, clear light in a cloud of bliss, this is a body that dances in the recklessness of the moment stillborn, mine goes in doubt live long in the habit of getting up in the morning, that is there in my youth, when it was certain to breathe to play cars on the carpet to the many possibilities, Today it comes an idea of fun, live a little more, just to see me before the show alive, without interest, but it's still fun to say that is part of a whole, we live alone separately but the bodies are the same, it stinks when it's hot, sweat runs along the bottom, it wakes the dead, standing in there, oh fugitive pleasures, sensations along the muddy depths of dry, odor rises still in the memory, but imperceptible tenacious memory that goes back to childhood after a day to run in a nylon tracksuit