El Racismo Es Una Enfermedad

Every Day Should Be A Holiday

Summertime if I was getting paid. For getting drunk and getting laid. I'd grab a phone to call you up and say. Quit your job 'cause I got it made. . Anytime baby let's go.

Eyelash

To stare into dark corners. Shadows cross our lives. The image of my father. Like a sleeping child. To walk to the blue ocean. And shelter in the shade.