Blessed are you, Jo Sem ...
or cursed ...
that feeds you gall and cigarette smoke.
Rough executioner of unprecedented vulgarity
yet dominated happy that grow in the auction.
do not intend to seek more,
weak, my enemy.
saying 'Vade retro ...
and while I was away you go.
you want me ...
bad ...
and you want it ...
not bring me to the humiliation ...
mocking
scenario you set in front of an audience worthy
(maximum !)...
not the injustices that I trim,
denying to hear the words ...
in the timpani, which glassy
ferirebbero your pride ...
not for the derogatory insults
and more ... unjust ...
that I just shared skin color
and pink ... but smooth.
But for the salvation of your soul ...
that - alas! - Tastes like wine and
not divine ...
But for the love I bear you a gift
and do not deserve it me .....
But for my foolishness
that freedom, he emigrated ...
in wisdom,
far ... from your presence.
tear of prayers and curses
waste
nourish my body and soul.
of votes and ash ... rises,
of lighted candles and
counts steps and minutes.
colic of bitterness ...
vented my liver
and knotted like a noose
vocal chords ....
unvoiced words of his father's deafness and routes
... out:
"How
asphyxiate if the air was missing?"
If even squeezes sweat and ice crystal
....
not die!
thinking ...
instantly feel the bare ground
and the cold of death
night
salirmi the heart ...
I hope and I wish you!
and reverence I bow, while the remains purple
your towel ...
lay it down on the floor ...
and so I place, finally.
