the night as a prostitute

that night is like a prostitute she takes my soul and wash him
charge me
and does not allow me to reach my comfort
and does not allow me to touch her

oh
anyway life is so short

I feel through the window her hair disheveled
her body likes a hot black river

the actors
they teach us how to love dearly and openly
every night

my
children are amazed and ask me humblest
how can we translate life in a language

sometimes I am just citing and I look like an idiot
what God wants from me

to love earth sincerely
we must
to dress his bottom in a fluffy frock

to make it woman

I remembered that you left me dancing
night to night

yes
sensitivity of me have to be stabbed

I hang the stories
and
I let my thoughts wander and I go to hell to get drunk