Today
in the day of the middle
in the middle of the avenue
in the people of the middle
in the middle of this nothing
in the fever
those fever
fever of my chest
tropical disease
thats you!
you into the middle of my dearest memories
you
your sad eyes
your skin
you
and the blue velvet of your blue reptile blue
your skin
you
this sweet red taste of your red sweet lips blue
blue
you
beautiful and brutal
you
terrible blue you
your moral construction
reasons
coldness
and
I
lonely
sad
I
and my ghosts
all this Feira de Santana stuff
tropical
brutal
blue
you
at least, so David Lynch
by me and my friend Caparroz.
