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The buiscuits…They are so.
Tasty and tasteless. Because
You haven’t enough your time
To catch this taste in a proper way,
To give much tender to the barks
With your laugh-toungue-
‘Cause they are melting in your mouth.
Not having something.
Nothing does remain.
My life,it turns to be like them.
When you are near me, I’m trying
To find another one,another hero.
And if you are indifferent
Love’s disappearing as well.
Who rules my life?
And who decides
Of all the actions that I do,
Of all the feelings that I taste?
Destiny,Fortune, God?
My greatgrandmother, now deceised,
Has told that everything will be
As she will wish (the cow)
And nothing can be changed.