A minha Ganzinha

where is Love?!!!

I mean , true love.

not of money but of beauty!!!

I ask of you!!!

No where to be seen that is where!

from the deepest

of my heart

i present to you.

my love [ ]

rejoice.

We should create a new revolution, man

this world is falling apart, man

dig?

this is not life, it is a mere and lousy shadow.

how can you still breathe, man?

this is surely not life!!!

c'mon man, lets bring the revolution back man.

lets bring the love back, like in the 90s

c'mon man!!!

we need some colour, we need some love.

how long will we be put down man?

no longer , my brother , this cannot last longer than it has!!!

we are not machines !!!

we are people.

jesus freaks...

out on the streets.

opression, is not only

physical, or verbal, it is also

mental man!!!!

yeahh, telepathic!!!


Fuck that.

we gotta bring old school back.

( thru the ways of peaceful revolution )

we, who are opressed ,

love those who fight against opression;

and the opressor!!!

freedom, freedom, FREEEEEEEEEDOOOOOMMMM!!!

this is NOT the world i am supposed to be in.

I'm so fucking sure of that it drives me insane.

fuck!

why are dreams always ignored???

man, fuck that!!!

the way it should be:



it should be like this:


i should crash at your place,

get some cash off the tracks we composed,

go to the party at night, really get into it,

cross to the other side,

party party party.

then come home.

come down.

sleep.

chill.

wake up.

smoke a cigarette

smile man.

remember the 80s.

then turn on the tb 303

and create a pattern,

turn on the tr 606

and add some rhythm.

groove. turn them off, smoke another ciggy.

laugh a bit.

gaze at the sun , from the balcony

and live.


this is how it should be.

not gray

not dull

not arrested

not this.

this is not what i dreamed, man!!!