Um Circo, um Palhaço, um Pipoqueiro, alguns amores, muitos porres. E uns textos complicados sem pé nem cabeça.

18.4.13


we dont fit


told the birds I cant sing

and the bees
I cant dance in the air
that way

then told the world

I’ve been wrong and
wrong for years

told my ears they cant speak

and my punch 
we cant hit

to my son we wont meet

and his mom 
we dont fit