El testigo of the ego,

avowal amid amigos
Pero sentidos dormidos
Seran the death of me though.

Querido Mr. Reap Sow
do you hear yourself go?
Host the dog show of that 'lost hope'
An ego weaves abrigos
Con todo los gran peligros
Morose recallings of your parents belongings-

Still longing,
still longing

Prolonging
Belonging in algo
Un trago, dos tragos, tres please
“to ease the squeeze” of life, they mean
“Yeah, of course, duh, hello
They're guys with big dough
They can play strip shows of words,
Pay for pinchos de dolor, por favor!
Con calor y sin aguantar.”

Tus llantas de Esperanza,
Creciendo debajo tu alma,
estan puesto en exactitude?
Tu attitude;

does the longitude and the latitude always point to you?