Movie.

A movie can change our lives, but it does not mind. If you could live inside a movie, you would be different; you would be like P/B characters. They move on, they live, they fuck, and they get drunk with a very singular way: the P/B way. Rare people get to live this way, free, in a certain way. What i want to tell you is that life does not need be arrested inside an aquarium, we are not closed inside it. I need seing beauty and poetry in banal things, I need bowing my neighbors, I need see the days passing through me. All the world, life being included in that, is such a great problem, although, I love it.

Nothing is for sale. Nonsense.

Except all the money inside my pocket, I have nothing. Even when I tried to get some different place to go, I could not find it. Why is it needed so much money to go out at night. I just want wander around, not create problem to them, just walk around and see some bitches. Reah.
All the tragedy of my life is completely out of reason. Those old and blue clothes can not touch her skin anymore, just because she cries my absence. She needs clean words, and, i just have heavy words. I’m sorry, I said.

The underworld.

I walk through the streets, those streets that could listen to me other day. I hope them to have some drunken ones. They tell me about the truth, maybe all the truth. I don’t mind, I really don’t care about it. I feel melt down due to those words. I know, I can feel the vacant smelling of the air. There is no pollution, no alarms, no shouts. Everything touch my mind, and I melt honesty. If I could give her a kick, I would not do, but I would say some words, I could change her mind, if she wanted. As I am such a trouble person, I should imagine the future with no mistakes, but I can’t, I can’t get. See, all the days are passing through away, and you are just here, hearing my voice, reflecting about this idiocy of mine.