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That sounded like Beethoven sweater ...
Debusy other times when it rained ...
... Gal Costa ... Piazzolla ...
at night, Rabid Fish. Remembering this makes me smile.

asked me what color it was? White
in Bariloche when it snowed and we went to buy chocolate.
Obviously, green, Iguazú, when the water wet your face, and tears formed in your cheek. For joy.
But at night, on your skin, it was always red, always red.
When we sang Om Namah Shivaya was orange, so I remember it well.
I asked for the taste?
flavored red wine, malbec, flavored spring green grass. Have you ever bitten by a blade of grass in spring? ...
But it sounded like Beethoven, I'm sure.
smelled the musk of your perfume.

We fought over use it, remember? ...
sounded like Beethoven ...
at night, Fish Raging ...

disappeared one summer, the sand covered him in a dune ...
but Beethoven, still playing, while we look through the glass as autumn approaches ...
and at night, the red reflex, Rabid Fish, who let us sleep.
(Artaud do you remember?)

sweater
That sounds like Beethoven ...
Debusy, Sometimes When It Rained ... ...
... Gal Costa ... Piazzolla ...
at night, Rabid Fish. Remember it makes me smile.

Did you ask me what color was it?
white, in Bariloche, When It Snowed and We Went to buy chocolate.
Obviously, green, in Iguazú, When the water wet your face, and tears were falling on your cheeks. For joy.
But at night, on your skin, it was always red, always red.
When we chanted Om Namah Shivaya was orange. I remember it well.
Did you ask me for the taste?
flavored red wine, malbec, flavored spring green grass. Have you ever bitten a blade of grass in spring?...
But it sounded like Beethoven, I'm sure.
Smelled the musk of your perfume.

We were fighting to use it, do you remember?...
sounded like Beethoven ...
Pescado Rabioso at night.

Disappeared one summer, the sand covered him in a dune ...
but Beethoven, still playing, while we look through the glass as autumn approaches...
and at night the Pescado Rabioso’s reflex network, let us not sleep.
(do you remember, Artaud?)