A mosquito came by swiftly In my corner while cooking So, obviously and undoubtedly I wanted to kill the little fucker So I adjust my aim With my almighty slipper To end the short life Of this wretched creature But the little bastard Escaped from the clutches of death And disappeared as if into […]
Another day, another breeze Another hot bowl Of crab noodles Served with a warm smile To put the soul at ease Another day, another snack Another guy who’d given up And traded everything To build his dream From a smoke of crack Another day, another blend Another dandy gentleman Who smokes fat cigars
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My best friend (and only friend) from Brazil, Remera, texted me that she’d just booked a ticket to Amsterdam. I hadn’t seen her for a damn year so it was a perfect reunion. We met during her exchange program at my university in the Netherlands and funny enough we became friends right at the very
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We used to have this IT cover teacher for a while in high school. Our actual teacher went away or had something else to do or some relative died (I don’t remember exactly and at this point I don’t really give a shit). The point is, once we met this dude, we didn’t want our
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Once upon a time In a place Across the crusty Balkans And the dark blue Danube There lived in a village A charming drunk fuck Who always had The best time The rest of us Where busy working Ploughing, picking, Building things While this dude Was always travelling Across the rivers Of homemade liquor
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So the man in rags Met the priest with bags One haggled and begged One argued and frowned The one in rags Didn’t stop Didn’t give up Something he wanted Out of the preacher of God But the preacher of God denied And turned as red As Satan’s own flame The advocate of
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I was standing in the old park The sanatorium of my childhood The everlasting bastion Of youthful mysteries Bold ambitions Bad romances Juvenile wickedness Bitter truths Disturbing revelations And fancy gleams of twisted dreams As I’m inhaling the timeless ephemeral essence The art of doing nothing Comes right at me It surrounds me It
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Hope is when you see The castle on the hill Shining right besides The blue Danube Minutes before dawn Hope is when a stranger kid Waves at you At the airport For no reason at all Hope is when your good buddy Gives you his last cigarette Before you hop on a bus
I’m thinking about the Psychopath Sitting by the new laundromat Who gives a shiny little pearl To the dancing sweet girl Who walks around prancing Always at the sky glancing Who sets a cunning prank For the man sitting in the tank Oh, how we all sing About the things to cling Like martial
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As I was finding my way home Through the hot concrete jungle A little girl stops me To share some snack with me I gladly accept the offer We didn’t speak each other’s languages And we didn’t need to Everything that had to be said Was just right there So now I write this poem
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