I go away in the night, wearing down the streets
they washed the sky and now it's drying on the walls
like when my parents vomited words to each other
and then they sent me to play outside...< br/>You are not here
you are no longer with me...
My friend is saying he loves me
he drank too much and no longer remembers my name
the windows dull eyes are already dreaming
twirls of waste paper and the empty benches...
I wouldn't have wanted to be first in the class
I would never have wanted to bring the first glasses
I'm afraid of looking at myself in a shop window
and finding myself laughing at myself and my thoughts...
Under the heel of my half-worn shoes
a crumpled newspaper full of kicks
great exceptional premiere for the film of the year
sex adventure and an avalanche of laughter...
How many times have I thought of you
on the kitchen chair
how many times I have met you
in the cigarettes that I put out
how many times I have waited for you
how many times I have chased you
how many times I have asked for you...
And how I shouted on the the barber's horse
my friend has stopped and is kicking a stone
he doesn't have a woman because he has bad breath
he suffers a little from tenderness and talks to himself...
I look at my yellow fingers I'm so tired
of spitting out the butts of a whole life
I walk around, jump and dance like a trained bear
How I would like to tear myself to pieces that idiot moon...
How many times have I prayed to you
while you scratched my heart
how many times have I looked at you
while you gouged out my eyes
how many times have I searched
how many times have I found you
how many times have I lost you...

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