(Teen´s Guns)
Hi married boy,
Are you ready to change your life?
Tonight you must leave your wife
Yes , I know, it´s hard to say goodbye
But our hard one’s life, is enough to say
Babe, I fell in love for your personal trainer
It´s not one night stand, I won´t come back
Not tonight, not tomorrow
Nevermore until during the day we see the sunlight
Hi married man,
Are you ready to marry me?
And become an out of law
Change your expensive pen
For an unsubstantial, not ecological
A Cheap plastic straw?
No more fancy drinks,
Just ordinary booze
No more pornographic lonely links
Just unavoidable exhausted “snooze”
Do you want to get high?
We rob a drugstore
You wanna know what time it is
We stop by the church´s clock
Where naked boys must blow up
The main door
Just to say
Yes, just one kiss, like the one
In that old theatrical place,
“sleep no more”
Yes, we are not welcome
But we don´t give a fuck
Coz we fuck on the garden
Under the rain, in the cemetery ground
Graveyard´s bed, made of marble
Diamonds as grass in the heaven´s floor
Hi my love,
Are you ready to drive?’
No more virtual hook ups
As Mario and Luigi playing
Videogame back down in our past
Saved by the closet´s door
Fountain of Youth
(Teen´s Guns)
Hi babe,
Are you ready to change the old global news
For the new book of poetry
I wrote with my blood,
Jerking off in the sun,
Getting wasted with an not loaded gun
Are you ready to love me forever
In the name of the mother,
Of the sister
Of the holy… spiritual one
We can be the father
We can adopt a 15 years old Romanian son
Double twins
Do you know,
Where Dracula had his first brain ´s stroke
A dagger of love craved in his heart
We can make a ménage a trois
With a fifteen years old
(BB)
Blond on Blond
And instead of going to jail
We prevail
As the future
Where teenagers live forever
Instead of prejudice of a sexual healing
Where love and fuck walk together
In the sun
They just don´t give a fuck
The children inside of us
They wanna kill them
But they scream, every time
Even louder…
Yes, yes, yes, my love
I wanna come….
FERNANDO CASTRO
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