Basquiat and resurrection 
tonight I thought the room of my aspiration anorexic while attached to the walls of Basquiat's paintings ... and surprise that I remove the dust from my secrets. you complained of opening yourself to life at the wrong time, in line at the distributor to the strike of petrol stations, with a frenzy and a look that you do not belong. Years ago, our bank accounts did not exist, but now mine has 7.29 € because social services do not pay. is the fault of the municipalities. they say. is always the fault of the common but we do not believe and smile imagining fierce and children. cry to heaven without thinking of the consequences. I find myself too often when we listen to your intuition Piero Ciampi and you give me emphasize the characteristics of his voice. Dogs dream too clean lie in the gravel parking lot in front of the walls, we should stop to watch and after a while we think about our dreams and the wisdom that does not arrive. beyond everything and everyone. beyond the end. the only freedom we have left is to dream. Pier 17 at the drunk and hungry we say things that are true and snapshots. at that time our heads are thoughts and reactions. while outside the city, raining gently.
tonight I thought the room of my aspiration anorexic while attached to the walls of Basquiat's paintings ... and surprise that I remove the dust from my secrets. you complained of opening yourself to life at the wrong time, in line at the distributor to the strike of petrol stations, with a frenzy and a look that you do not belong. Years ago, our bank accounts did not exist, but now mine has 7.29 € because social services do not pay. is the fault of the municipalities. they say. is always the fault of the common but we do not believe and smile imagining fierce and children. cry to heaven without thinking of the consequences. I find myself too often when we listen to your intuition Piero Ciampi and you give me emphasize the characteristics of his voice. Dogs dream too clean lie in the gravel parking lot in front of the walls, we should stop to watch and after a while we think about our dreams and the wisdom that does not arrive. beyond everything and everyone. beyond the end. the only freedom we have left is to dream. Pier 17 at the drunk and hungry we say things that are true and snapshots. at that time our heads are thoughts and reactions. while outside the city, raining gently. 
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