literature & politics & football
images in my mind, they come and go, I´m better on my own, on my words, It´s just a matter of practice and diversity, And you just want to say something , which is probably nothing, but hey look around, there are just empty spaces, besides you´ve never heard this before, I´m on my own then I shoudn´t have talked to you. It feels like nothing, but it´s red, smels like Rimbaud, then again it might be Ginsberg