I want to get shot and die a noble death.
I want to get shot saving someone's life.
I want to get shot because getting shot hurts.
I want to get shot so that I can rest.
My body can't affort my lifestyle anymore.
I want to get shot because it's quick - and painful.
I've had a good life. Few regrets.
I just want a new scar to remind me of how lucky I am.
I know I'm going go die. But death has to find me.
And until death finds me, it's my life.
What am I gonna do today? I don't know.
As long as I don't get shot.
(Spoken Word, 2009)
Um comentário:
Falta a morte chegar... Ela me espia
Neste instante talvez, mal suspeitando
Que já morri quando o que eu fui morria.
(Manuel Bandeira,1953)
Postar um comentário