I can hear the hunger of nature, her seducing act to rise, and her patience for removing dust out of her wings... but donna where she gets her credit every year. cause it's all about credit these days and poetry won't work anymore. The mother nature seems to be rich enough for each year with this amount of luxury. Hope you luck ma'am!

You can't see the forest for the trees, you can't smell your own shit on your knees... but you can, if you try!

Listenin' Julio, smokin' Marlboro, Waitin' for bed time, divide the estimated time in to quarters and follow the directions: first quarter feel the smoke, upon your head and through your lips, fading other things… second, think about your past, your memories, sweet and sweet! Bitter and bitter… third, think about future, foggy as always, your dim sight as well… fourth, trying to clear what you've think about it before, try to compare and be logic.
It's the most important section! You're fucked up, you know, but try to justify your mind btw. You're always rational, ain't ya?
If it's enough, try to count the sheep: one, two, three, Zzzzz…

Wonderland we live, I ask you for a penny and you're afraid about your judgment day... This guy is tryin' to know much more than God has reserved for him. It's not the problem; the problem is: he's doing the shit in Lord's way... I'll let him say his prayers, after all his movin' mouth up [look at the direction: God is livin' somewhere out there! no! not there, beyond your imagination, look where he looks when he says prayers] he asked me "what the fuck are you starin'at?! didn't ya motherfucker meet a nasty man talking to his Lord in purity before?"

My headache is gettin' a problem these days...

A deep pain in mad cow's eyes ruined my day. I didn't dare to look again but it didn't solve the problem. Her voice had surrounded all the space telling:

"I had a dream, followed it day by day, a non-started journey, and a non-stopped one. A mind flow with no source, and no destiny. A completely no return trip to philosophy! a cow boy's hand in sand, but empty; an in bed squeezed lover couple, with no passion; a waving hand in her hairs, with no seduction... I didn't feel the life this way, honestly!
Then I started dreaming again. Dreaming what I had dreamed before about life. This could be my last journey... a journey to nightmare."