SAD SACK

There is no better relief

that a good gathering

with that bitch of always..

And a cheap bottle of wine

to be killing this way better the soul..

And a wrangle to stamp on the cranium of some idiots' troop.

There is no better relief

that a good weapon

and a great shot flying away the brains

fucking god and virgin maria

because the life and the death are a part

of the infinite things that import a shit.

There is no better love

that not to love anything..

And to go away there abouts in the mist

and in the night

in the cold

and as the light of a lost star that some time ago is dead

to go going out slowly

going out slowly.....

(Marcelo Valdes)

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