I was a lunatic from the day I dreamed a dream.
I saw myself going to the whorehouses taking permission from my clueless parents…
I went there and I drowned inside this magnificent paranoia…
A dystopian annihilation.
I couldn’t do to the flames…
I couldn’t shape the clay of my wet nymphomania.
The dreams were gone…
I saw my mother doing the laundry… there’s always this smell of summer to it…
And there I was…dreamed the most outrageous dream.
But it has always been either an infinity or a love for me.
I chose a reclusion of lunacy.

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