As Memórias Do Amanhã Longínquo

Candy Shop

It´s hard to stand

The suns

Without cleaning

The RayBans

Before going outside.

Too many dull hours,

Heavy machinery

And clockwork

Meat and

Blood and

Shit and

Come to come.

Damned all the

Colors so painful

In my dressed soul,

All the rules imprisoned

In wet sweat panties

And skin too skin

And I have liters

Of words to spread

All over smiley

Pale faces, like

My uncle´s best schrimp

In the world,

Impossible at this time,

Somewhere in Paris

Creating art with pipes

As I finish this fast

To stand up

And talk with

The sun that

Was smiling at me.

We all have the same

In different cities,

Towns,

Villages:

Welcome to

The candy shop!

B.