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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