I saw empty glasses between noises of fake fans in celebration, people are insulted for not Believe unequal religious blasphemy, which
to catch the pink without getting stung proibilti squirming among the tables of a local guardian lost a decisive day,
that to avoid the crowds by sailing around Ark which sank in the ocean of alcohol to a minor resigned this evil bad habit, that
to get the crowd dived to arms open in the hope that brotherly embrace, smelling the fragrance sweaty man.
I've seen light up cigarettes and consumed by the passage of time, people who watched the trembling mountain breezes,
to pop a kiss that any sale by weight of the lip lies, fear of not doing enough in itself,
that greeted strangers with kisses and pats on the back on the cheeks and then turn around and ask their American boy if he knew the case for at least their names.
Then I saw you, dip your hand in my hair to change its place as if it was wrong.
Praised always the smile that I carry on, and that you did not see why time is not enough.
(photo: Allen Ginsberg)
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