I have known it, how to make money, avoiding work, work is for the poor, a little money each month, but not enough to go on vacation Bahamas, even down home, but those who gather, they are afraid that they steal, then to dream that everyone is beautiful, but on earth you shit, you talk to defecate as above, but below that it happens in the cave of shadows passing by asking what time it is, what an odd idea, time is how, round, square chocolate which way to approach a muggy afternoon in sperm production, but soon the winter snug under cover, a small fire of wood and dry it again, it takes the heat, but it's not enough, we must also look, respect, tenderness, it slams into the fire but not on the buttocks, then we can talk, we're not stupid, that's where it gets stuck, it has nothing to say, as if while energy had gone into the heat of battle, the bodies are empty, boredom goes, once, twice, nothing happens, but what do they expect, they leave together, they caress already before even returning to the shelter, humans are able to say, but they are trapped in rudimentary gestures of reproduction, more or less controlled, more by men than by mothers formerly girls