The problem of a happy day is not
knowing where I’m going to wake up in the following day or in what place I will
pass out. Today I resolved to go out on my Harley still smashed and scratched –
the laziness consumes me – I went back to dream.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
The Idol
You remember the days of glory
and see the lights of the stage illuminating your already known artistic and
old shine, the girls scream your name and try to pretend the desire for sex
while the guys who buy your discs dream of having the fame that conquers the
beautiful blonde who will put up with your shits and overdoses – almost two
years I didn’t see her until that Christmas.
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