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I’m no one here

no one there

no one everywhere.

Nowadays we have techniques

and my skill is empty,

as my soul, but who knows

the meaning of a smile.

And the butterflies collapsed my tongue

because I’m in love again

and I never forget her, but Google,

such an instrument, such a space,

such a time, a globalized recorder

of nothingnees but a metaphysic

spirit, a new one, and myself here,

jamming tenses without sense,

a false rhyme again, and me meaning

who cares about dental care?

There will be another olympic champion

of Tae Kwon Do, and I’m not going to be

a self driver of hate, and the sun,

always there, and the starts, always there.

I’m not going to be more important than

a play boy model, I’m not going to go to the gym,

And these kind of speech is saying nothing.

Any one saw the Superbowl? Any one went

to a barbecue last weekend? Any one can

translate your self into a meaningless words.

When I was a boy I’ve learned to play guitar.

Every year is always the same number changing.

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