youth 19

walking by the dirty streets of this

shit

city, going home finally

my head, eyes, mouth, dick, asshole

my soul

all my soul and my body are looking at

the ground

four niggers sitting on the square

with wood joints  and the evil look

I always look at them

I look at those evil and red eyes

And I fear them

I fear those black eyes, black soul, black evil, black skin

i

fucking

fear them

and they fear me. they fear my eyes, we all fear each other eyes

we don´t love anybody anymore, we

just

fear

each other.

The music has stopped and the coffee blows an beautiful smoke from the black, the dark, the nigga liquid that spotted my brand new and favorite t-shirt

i look at  the

street

and  the wind blows with an

strong an

huge force

and the youth is not that

joy

anymore

and the maturity its not an option

not

anymore

today

tomorrow

to the hell

we are all condemned to

fucking

act

like

some

stupid

mother

fuckers.

And Händel keeps playing like an angel in my ears and the coffee

saturated with sugar

keeps burning my pink lips once more.