segunda-feira, 30 de maio de 2011

Be the poet or the interpreter Made puppet for these people No bickering Being the way it is Even your ceiling falling And keep smiling Floor without stopping Accommodated not devote Believe that the world Ira change I wash my dirty clothes I plant my food I believe I can I do not think I came from And whither I go If the problem is math Why bothering me. Damn, each with their Says poor bastard But do not see the navel Tomorrow it could be you Bloomy And candles in the four corners 'm Pleased elegant Than that serves It's just a piece of cloth With a beautiful name advertise poison Our poison is better a "single drop just Buy now and experience if you do not like going back to complain sit on top of a mountain forgetting all those people hypocritical and arrogant breathe fresh air, admire the sky relax and open a soda burp tight putting out impurities fattening me and me enfeia purify the fountain of pure water drinking the simple things savoring its taste and find that still has no cure use no moral only feel the heat heating this cold wind admire the chlorophyll of plants it stops being not Get Fat Beautify the immobilized life without invading anyone's place what really matters is what I am that a liquid drop my appears someone like you no matter if your ideas are confused not knowing what to say












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