Four, five, six

In the medium termWe’ll be sixHappy yesSetting up machines and big ampsFriends meeting upLove approvedBeard and inserted coinsFinally we can start

Mechanical noises and tongue twistsStrange instrumentsHosesWatering cansPots a guitarSpraycansWet fingersSticky saliva and metallic smells

Ode to freedomCriesTranseAppartmentBelonging desires roamingEnergies multiplied by the wish of each to be rebornRawHairy fleshLawless

Mirror mirrorReveal usDarken us from chaos to sky’s glitterFine red lines that no one touches of webs and starsPretty almost Paradise

But time passes and manyNeed a break and again words show upA wave of I knowAn invasion of I sawMeMeMeI’ve done andI knowIam yes babyYouare right amidAlcoholDirty cigarette buttsConfrontations and thirst to get out of handI’ll show youRancor surfacingSadness erased in appearance anAgressive boy that wasHeld with no courageCowardlyHidingAdultBodyHecticWhiteLuxuryCockAss listened toAgainYou are a product of your lazinessVictim is your trade

A high-tension spaceStopped in timeTime to slow downCurrent switching offBlurry lightPrecipiceBlack holeWhite horizonWords disappearedJealousy andFeelings lost testosterone accumulationMen looking alikeSometimes notAlwaysA small group understanding littleSpeaking of nothingExpressing everythingSpeaking of everythingExpressing nothing

Hell is the othersThat remind usWho we areSome knowOthers sabotageWe’re losingLet’s all fall togetherThey give upDig their fateHate differedMisunderstoodClumsyRythm to the sound of chains we breakBetween usBetween our fathersShameReproduce gesturesPalaverJerks

Are weBetween two worldsFree of the guilt of having to be knights withNo horseNo swordNo questRose at heartThorn in headLungs perforatedTinyLousy

Fake prideDon’t get crunched by your long-toothed brother who fears the return of the
Flames
As volatile asIntimidation
White maleBlood spilledFurther thanSkin colourGenderArrogantStrong supposedlyUnique

When bark burnsOnly left a stem of moldy boneEroded by shameNo skinNo mushroomsJust combustionSad forgotten the dead leavesMorning dewSummer sun

Boys fallCollapse of abysmal hurt feelingsCold winter rain that won’t come anymoreOne negates the otherRun into closed doorsEach step sealedEach impulse frozenWorry is back the black wind haunts the placeEveryone busy playing their own game of poo, believing themselves to be exceptional
Then as a hord of animals entering the athmosphereSuddenlyScattered threads of fireworks cross the joys of ideas taking shapeThe ephemeral stars carry the hope never entrusted of a loving group
through time through space

The unspoken is suspendedSoonThe upside-down buds burstA masculine dropFalls from the ceiling penetratesThe marasmus of sound of inaudible voices
And all remain willing in noise and hatred

Water mixes to paintSpreads layer by layerSlowlyAttains the floorDiscreetly without causing waves
nor
shock

The day afterPeople go awayFollowing other occupationsContinuing their bronze songs without worrying about the colors that have driedLeaving tracesOf scars and memories finally freed from between two worlds
And never forgotten