Saturation

there are people that will want to live always in unfriendly matters
there are matters they no matter in unfriendly moments
there are bars and cars and clocks and alarms and highways and oil station
there are occasions when the good pretensions are casually good
there are poetry in the poverty and slam on the walls
there are dolls on the clubs, and humans in the trees
there are mystery in your words and saturation in your eyes
there are forgets in the lie and blindness front the truth
there are people that will what to jump always over the fragile surface
there are aces of device and sand on my shoes, you, the see and I
there are thoughts and numbers and names and dances and steps
habits and traumas and melancholic emotions and retentions
there are memories in the puberty and love i don't believe
there are gigantic balls of trash and an acid recycle of us...