Tuesday, January 9, 2018

In the favela
the whores
the trick
the children
We over there
without anything
our intelligence is useless
We are less than shit with our knowledge,
In the midst of absolute poverty
We laughed
We went crazy
in the middle of the most complete shit we are
We cast our wisdom
belch fantasy
a lot of nothing
social marginal
we are shadows of something we could reach
we prefer pain
the crooked paths
the suffering
we try until the pain is so intense that we can not take it anymore
our blood
we laugh
we cry
we are crazy
there in the trash
We are gods

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