Where the river goes
I will finally rest
My body full of lead
My friend is nobody
Do you know my poetry?
I used to say
Do you have any tobacco?
My friend always told me
I don´t smoke
I always said
The hunters are following me
Bang!
I have to get my boat soon
Good bye my friend
Sometimes it´s better
not to travel with a dead man
domingo, enero 22, 2006
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