: Me and You (which always you), even in Kathmandu ************************
September, we go it's time to complaints ...
arrested for child abuse have avellino ... was the brother of your cousin! un'orzata Sip a rattling maraca ,
you who you are, in the eyes of Nina (That's you!) ,
Thou who art Marco, Giuseppe and Luigi ... You who are Christ, Buddha and Vishnu! You have the interior of lamb, Astrakhan in golf ,
you angry bad Luridana the domestic worker,
Fort of your blogs that I have all the logs ...
clone yourself ... your name is Max fool! _______________
Poetry: The Poetry **************************
Spignatti with the pan in the kitchen Drawing slight angry While the gypsies pedomafiosi force the door open your dwelling The farmer Pedro you have taken from the misery giving him a job as a trivet Turn the head from 'On the other hand While the herd enters without knocking You pretend astonishment that six as a shutter Would you like to be beaten on its hinges Pushed against the window by a wind of momentum But you put aside because you stink ... In your place, to make the expenditure of so much greed, the farmer will Pedro, who, in your comparison ,
is so beautiful there, even if lame ... Ah pedomafiosi the country of Berisha!
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Maracas in Caracas: The lory must go home ***********************
As you move from the bloodless refrigerator closed that you yourself have paid in excess You realize that you do not have cash Nor crackers or wafers ... Hackers but While the media are silent cry And the dishes in the sink Your armpits grunt ... The others continue to make fun The Lory must go home!
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Poetry: The barefoot children under the bombs, smoke bomb *******************
Bombs burst in the ditch full of cougar skins to make the mold while terrorists terrorize newsagents are indignant indignant Who benefits from all this? Who are the Mediterranean spots? is a remnant of a baboon Macao or a macaque in Tel Aviv?
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