Timothy In his room:
He played the new generation iPod that he bought yesterday and start working.
My eyes are actually on the far horizon of the sea. I imagine myself, me, between its sides and among the mazes of it, clinging to my friends and their poems, one by one. I imagine, for example, that I am listening to the voice of the crow as it has a beautiful song. How it became and mean to be lonely. There is no doubt that these are the stories of a sin a gain and cheating on your partner.
Cheaters Teams of ugly gunships
I will take them down one by one and tell you
You save them for more lies
The women's hair that chases me in my dream
I have to turn it into ink.