Senza soul

What I'm doing of my life?
Without human contacts, I'm seeing the rain
towards the windows, and waiting...
Waiting the time: to be a slave,
and the time to pay my debts.
I am a prisioner,
agains my adventures,
hoping for anything different.
I'm hurry to confess my
desire. Anyway I only can see
unsucsessful in my future,
as a lost man on the ordinary life.


And in front of the window,
one Church,
which I don't want to
make contacts,
hopefully is a far from
myself. Although I will be lost!
Yes: let's see:
Is a Catholic Church
to lent,
to be one office,
[that's true! As all my poor poems]
to be anything,
to do not have pray,
to everyone believe,
in the money which keeps
the Church.
Any time a business man
will pay the lent,
and save the church,
paing the priest,
and make more money with the "office",
make happier his boss,
and make more "the same shit thing"
our ordinary life.

VI - 2009