A white eye tells me nothing
pose intelligent long
to complete a thought
must throw up ideas!
The disorder also has its charm
A bat fight with the sun
Poetry does not bother anyone
And the fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
The storm if not sublime
bored I'm sick of God and the devil
How much is that pair of pants?
The actor was released from his girlfriend
nothing more unpleasant than the sky painted
The pride of slippers:
never discussed the soul that is estimated.
And the fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
who embarks on a wrecked violin
The maid marries an old
Poor people do not know what it says
With love no one begs:
milk instead of blood coming out
Just for fun, the birds sing.
And the fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
One night I wanted to commit suicide
The Nightingale laughs himself
Perfection is a bottomless barrel transparent
All seduces:
Sneezing is the greatest pleasure
And the fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
girl is no longer violating
sincerity is in danger
I make a living kicking
between chest and back, a deep
You have to let the dying die:
My cathedral is the bathroom And
fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
ham is divided
home Can you see the time in a flower? Véndese
occasion crucifix
The old also has his prize
The funeral leave only debts: Jupiter
unloads on Leda And the fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
still live in a forest
Do not you feel the rustling of the leaves?
Why not tell me I'm dreaming
What I say must be so
I think I have reason
I too am a god in my way
An operator that produces nothing:
I am dedicated to full
And yawn the fuchsia looks like a ballerina.
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