lunes, 27 de agosto de 2012

Un dia Western

Kasabian- west ryder silver bullet

Then I went down into the basement
where my friend the maniac busy's himself with his electronic grafiti
Finally his language touches me
because he talks to the part of us
which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls.
In that moment poetry will be made by everyone
and there will be emu's in the zone...

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