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If you know something, don`t be malicious, show it.
Maybe you thought I had a fantastic brain, a cat that speaks German, or perhaps, a suitcase with idiots. Even if you might be ashamed, show them everything. Everything, everything, don`t be shy. The copper winter when I seduced a sergeant and shot a camel, Jehovah's Witnesses who pull my sweater in every bus, the young man who says he loves me and swears on berries. That summer when I got crazy and I cut my veins in the bathtub filled with jam and my mother`s smile, shining on a knife that cuts events. The grandparents who get ready to die, and I search on sales carnival suits. Pregnant ideas. Dad, who says that, before the first and the last tooth, our mouth has to fall off. Come on. There, I polish your face with my incriminating dress and I promise, eventually, not to break it. I have a back-up, my darling, weight-lifting champion. Come on, show them everything, everything. The dream in which his fearlessness, El Comandante, got off the horse and slapped him. The IQ test, who amused all the specialists from Help Genius Poetical Center. If you know something about me, show them, I have a world of my own, where bananas eat monkeys.
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