Many slack feet, dancing over North
in this abreviated morn one more new-born
was picked for the benefit of its baby-mom.
So, monkeys are cuttin' her sacrifice.
Thick red join in the floor
strawberry or blood?
Cannot see any movement
in all this battle field.
Fuck all the good masters of "art" to wield!
In the south, birds are flyin'
eating rotten heads of lost and dazed souls
between cannonballs and dark prayers
kick out other legs and shootin' a death goal.
Feel the grass in a lung
and take a flight
if you fall
remember, the road is your place.
The Space smells
rose stars and late friends
I wanna blend
all thingswith my scarry dawn
in my liquidizer...
R.Braga Herculano.
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