There are no birds in my toilet
There are no birds in my toilet
Still I can hear them sing
It could be those beers in the morning
It could be that my wife is not in

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Listen!
Do you hear it?
I lost it two years ago.
Somewhere in those woods.
Somewhere behind.
And I don`t look back.

I´m not shore if it ever existed.
I´m not shore if I really wanted it to exist.
And I´m not shore if it wanted me to be a witness.

I hate it.
Have you seen it?

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When in love, I shit gravel…
Nothing.
Nothing!

Can make me cry again.

The things you said,
The things you in pluralis did,
Took it out once and for all.

This hollow space, the chamber where my heart used to live,
is now filled up with gravel…

And if I should feel the sensation of love again,

No.
No.

There is no use talking about the impossible.

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Spring, 2004
Stark-naked reptile squirts its pain, perplex and tiresome in the errant rain.
Knocking the pot-plants on to the floor,
serenely climbing that tiresome veranda,
don’t stop at anything.
— Must get to that front door!

One snake will soon spawn, be properly settled,
probably prompting a gentrification.
— Indulged in the task of creating a nation!

— Rather surrender than facing the scourge.

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I´m lost
Nowhere to stand
nowhere to land
hold my hand
I`m scared!