Bike Shop Cover Letter

live for the f *** I and my guitar

Missing within myself, vomit
words on this keyboard, writing a poem

and signing Francesco Favia,
and then reading it if you like,
certainly is not my fault. Describe

anguish and frustration, and I do not say
you feel the same emotions ...

But look a bit ',
are equal,
with all dreams, all with the aspirations
,
with all of the emotions, we allow ourselves adrift


past stays in these hallucinatory
in long days to think about if the soul is still alive.

And I do touch the soul of the people, so I realize
if still breathing,
and if it is not lying,
certainly inspires
me or some other dementia,
than words fun.

But in the end these words of a loser,
remain there,
and the world are nothing. Not
I just have to get out of here,

out and pretend to enjoy, making me
doses of life,
admitting that the only thing that I love
is the f ***.

Francesco Favia

Sunday, May 18, 2008 ore 5:57


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