Turn off the radio, don't you see that the evening
already here with Mario's teeth again
another whole night, another night
yes, but when I hate you, when you pull clothes and
go away and leave me like Lionel Mario
like the third on the podium, what sadness
I know it seems too formal on the
commas on WhatsApp because it's not that he
took it badly, but what a pain this speed
what does that little gesture cost you, it can
change the meaning, at least it makes a sound
we all want to save time and with
this extra time, what do we do
we waste it, we feel like failures
yet this time here we understood each other
I'll pour more Agos on my
scars, but everyone, a little more was still useful to me
were useful, I made progress, not
I mean giant ones, I don't even know how many, I don't
ever count them, then a wise man told me
often against the journey
go out, don't think about