world is a fallen butchery of meats,
spreads meat over and over
gives no names,
the meats smoke lives,
rot or dies,
other meats appear,
other meats rot and dies,
the meats spread out like a butchery,
the meats move and dies,
the meats rot,
or dies from accidents,
other meats appear,
other meats dies,
the world is a butchery of meats,
as do not know where to lean,
invents policies, policies,
is space arrangement of meats,
a place, a flesh meat dies,
there would be no policies,
many meats a place of dead,


but the world of dead  meats
butcher the planet butcher dies.

I'm shivering
whats in there
without knowing the feet
I'm shivering
meats is open
open
I'm shivering
with tapes
what do you offer me
I'm shivering
Bloods you left
smelling bloods dead,
what is free
I'm shivering

maybe time not tell,
nor the clock that yesterday gave hours,
continues
Maybe time, which seduces me
  do not follow my guidelines anymore
, maybe this that brought me here,
change trajectory,
Maybe nature will call me back,
Maybe what I have to do,
it's calling me reason
of not having used my assets,
Maybe my smile
has remained in Africa forever,
Maybe my future has stayed
wrong
Maybe my break was
temporary;
Maybe my Light
come back to me

seGment, bona
                                           smUg
                                             grIns,
                                             inTo cuteness.
                                           imAges
                                              aRe


      ­                                      aGgressively ingratiating, as
                                     that pUnctuates feats.
                                            mIllionaire?” model
           building suspense wiTh
                                                And
        ­  thumps, “genius junioR”


                                        a janGly its
                                             soUnd,
                                                rIffs a
                                          big-Tent sideshow.
                              the contestAnts
                                               aRe

                      introduction seGment, in
                                  cross smUg
                                               grIns, if
                                               inTo
                       cuteness. the imAges
                                             of aRe


                                               aGgressively
                                       that pUnctuates feats.
                                    “who mIllionaire?” model
        of building suspense wiTh
                                      synths And bludgeoning
                            “genius junioR” offers


                                        a janGly
                                       its soUnd,
                                               rIffs like
                                         big-Tent sideshow.
                             the contestAnts
                                               aRe production


                                                    ­        seGment, which
      memberships, memories, kids smUg
                                                            ­  grIns, as
                                                              ­ inTo
                                      cuteness. the imAges the
                                                         kids aRe


                                            aGgressively as
                                    that pUnctuates
                                    to a mIllionaire?”
                                          wiTh synths
                                               And thumps,
                         “genius junioR”


                                          janGly its
                                            soUnd,
          ­                                     rIffs like a
                                          big-Tent sideshow.
                              the contestAnts
                                                aRe the as

who cries,
because it opens that mouth,
to laugh,
these throbbing sounds,
are pigs to my ears,
close your mouth and close your teeth,
because by this mouth,
only words pass, and
crazy phrases
shut your mouth, and
  open the mind,
  listen to the mind,
and not the mouth,
his mouth does not boast of anything,
of her nothing is of no use,
his mouth shut, is more useful to me,
that open to diffuse sounds of ****,
close your mouth and open your mind,
nothing strikes me,
his herds of phrases,
crazy
Close your mouth

Billionaire: I were

                    been Corollary,
                       at the party,
                                and petition,
                                where populism,
                            there is no discussion,
                                   and abolished
                                   
                   ­                   and the average,
                                       the epicurean scenes,
                                        
                ­                          beloved my testamentary,
                                               and I partisan,
                                                  and                            raw balance of my profits,
                                                 and       my diploma,
                                                        ­ my university triumphs,
                                                       ­       I am the planetary star,
                                                           ­    skin and clothing
                                                        ­          
 protozoan,
                                          ­                       
   
                                     ­                                             
                   ­                                                      Legionnaire­

rotten ones wake up in the morning
the same rotten ones will be in the store
the same rotten ones will attend the counters,
the same rotten ones will be clear,
the same rotten ones will be in the stops of the buses,
the same rotten ones will walk on the sidewalks
the same rotten ones will paint to landscapes of sour,
the same rotten ones will enter the stores,
same rotten ones will be on the supermarket shelves,
the same rotten ones will go cripples to the houses,
the same rotten ones will be at the entrance of the cafes,
the same rotten ones will be smelling badly in the streets,
the same rotten ones will be in the seats in the gardens,
the same rotten ones will make the same salads of the days,
the rotten ones of the same days, the rotten ones of always.