Should have been riding a camel on stillettos
but «im good on my cow»
i used to answer to strangers.
Kicked off my shoes, like thousand kilometres before..
Travellin softly on her.
And, when i really get thirsty, and when she is feeling comfortable enough to feed
im just drinkin her milk:
reminds me a bit of where we are from
but im not comparing between some «happened facts»and what it is
PAST IS DEAD
Mum is too.
Mountain Serra da Gardunha already gived me her arms
i felt in it, like in mummy boo, in love.
coldness hotness hurricanes,storms
on my cow, just fearless.Clingin on for the ride!
And sometimes, it was dry enough that someone easily could make a mummy of me,
my cow’s bones as belongings on the top, and droped me in those mythics coaffins into some old temples down in Nubia.
Do i deserve that?
Ill rather be an earth’s membership dying on sand, maybe those voices will stops tchatching «eccentric» about me.
I ll left particles and bones powder.
i don’t believe in god, maybe evil got me despite myselves, but my strong energy will survive to someone and make advantage of the body or whatever its gonna be..
Learnt that from Sahara, who gave me thrill of love,thousand slaps,burst my right leg, loose my sight, made me and my cow crept, quite besought me to leave,but i fought in hundred ways,at last one little thing saved me from this hard mummy.
ONE WORD.
I wish i could share properly, but otherwise i should’t been writing to you bro’
You know how i always believed in experiences how strong is my fierce
But im just dreamin of her smile this is where trust lives to me.
Read that few words on this poor paper,three times before sleeping every day of the year and you’ll see me in some places you never imagine before..
and wait...
i think i already can see the draw off your smile.
