Lara faz 7 anos, dia 15-03-2007 e andré faz 3 anos, dia 22-03-2007.

Unthinkable thoughts
Over my brain silver spots
Engine V8 cross-wired
Confiscate ourselves on a whirlpool of
Unshareable desires.

Desires of Fire!!!!
Fueling our souls and veins with this inconsumable
Outer space dust, that makes people feel sane
Running over my sometimes-insane brain.

I got!!

Ecstasy flowing slowly throughout the caves of my
Under-reconstruction neuronal connections,
Feeling thousands of abstract attractions
Maybe imperishable erections.
Filled with
chemical body-and soul chain reactions
Of a million of ideas, loves, catharses. Echoes, delays?Delays and affections!!!!

Oh God I love Delays and Affections !!!

Pocket Ginsbergs , Kerouacks. Burroughs I don?t shame
To drink on your sweet fontaine cause I got a V8 cross wired engine
Roaring inside my Zen ???????ª!!!!!!!!!!!


Grey mass of Black and Blues nirvanas of our wonders and clues about,
Hows and whos !!!!!
and withs and withins and whys and becauses and how tha fucking much!!!!!!!!!!
And how tha fucking much!!!!

Pocket Ginsbergs ,Like me, Kerouacks, that I just couldn?t see,
Burroughs,Zimermmans, LSD!!!!

I don?t blame to pee on your fontain
I got a three head dog unleashed from
A golden turquoise chain!!!!!!!!!

I´ have strongly
Squeezed my father?s throat to release
The untamed Lion of his kindness
Overwhelming, encaged, engraved, air sustained monoliths with some childish madness
Lion Zion,Zion,Zion?.!!!!!Bob would say!!!!
LION,ZION,ZION??For whom shall we pray????

And I don?t care cause Pocket Bobs , Toshes, Uhurus !!!!

Doggy dogs !!!

Underdoged by an unbeatlable bombing !!!!
And bongs and tongues and isms and isksm just like Bob would say:
- Why cant I roaming ? Yah man!!! Young thougths keep the man young !!!

They shot and ran!!!!!

Yah man
Yah man

Pocket Ginsbergs Kerouacks Marleys Zimmermans, Jesus Christs

This unforgettable sense of mother sighs

I got a thousand teeth snake
Wailing and Wailing in pain.

I got 4 apocalypse knights crying over your basho´s outta
drain.

There´s ecstasy inside the Gates
No solution for the human race
Oh!! My V8 cross weird Mustang Engine!!!
I hope you know what I mean!!!!
But I can not t afford be out of the steam
This immeasurably thick rain over me
That put me above of your rim.

I hope you know what I mean
I hope you know what I mean.

Lyrics by:Jay Lima

Um dia uma formiga que se chamava Barnabé
Pegou a mochila, encheu a mochila e deu no pé.
Desceu o morro, atravessou o rio, pegou o caminho até que sumiu,
E o céu que naquele momento se fechava reabriu.
Mas um dia ela voltou para nos contar
Todas aquelas coisas bonitas que ela viu por lá
Falou do sol, falou das estrelas, falou da lua, falou do mar,
Falou do vento que soprava e lhe ensinou a amar, falou da chuva que molhava e lavou seu coração, falou do céu, falou das nuvens e dos pássaros a voar, valou do verde das árvores que brotavam do chão, falou da imensa alegria que sentiu no coração ao percorrer o mundo, pelos seus próprios pés, ao percorrer o mundo pelos seus próprios pés.