mercoledì, novembre 11, 2009

You'd sing too if you found yourself in a place like this
You wouldn't worry about whether you were as good as Ray Charles or Edith Piaf
You'd sing
You'd sing not for yourself
but to make a self out of the old food rotting in the astral bowel
and the loveless thud of your own breathing
You'd become a singer faster than it takes to hate a rival's charm
and you'd sing, darling
you'd sing too
E ESTOU COM MEDO DISSO.

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