Long And Silky Shampoo Of The 70s

In my euphoria in the shower

Pego desperate jumps in the shower and not because the water is cold. Jump, jump, jump to quiet the power of my body. The water splashes me. Cry, cry, cry for me this love, this anxiety, this anguish. I have rabies. I'm sad. I feel tired. I'm sick. I toss under water and without finding uneasy calm. I want to get the euphoria of the skin but I can not. Jump, jump, jump. I'm a brat. I have anxiety uproar. I want to tear this uneasiness. I cry like a fool. I shake my head under the shower. I close my eyes and the water hit me in the face like slaps. Babbling moans. Lloro reluctantly. Shut off and I regret in the echo of the tiles. I go with my naked body dripping drops on the floor, I look in the mirror and cry, cry, cry. José Roberto Coppola