Of the miseries, the charms and things that I cannot say
Waking up, always, from an idiotic dream is one of the little hobbies I have!
Of albino snakes that drown me but just enough not to die!
Of eternal animals that end up being something like a non-enmity.
A red-eyed toad watching me jump three times off a children's slide!
The arachnids, dressed up for the function of brief seconds.
The sheets play their game and they always end in tables, I still can't open the Sicilian and it pains me.
I drag the old bones upright, I eat the instability of being stable again, it seems nothing organic.
The little machine can't stop (I told you so)
And on a raft I set sail from one coast to another very close
Great trip I have to say.
But when I see my journey, I understand that I have not moved a single foot!