course I'm a funny man ...
Funny because I'm not man ...
I vague outline,
A sketch, a body indefinitely,
Do not want to end.
not over, not finite, limited ...
perhaps a body that is not body.
'm rummaging inside,
to see if I make a real mold of what I feel.
'm rummaging through the heart ...
heart that if it were soft wood,
Zaccaria without remorse
To carve,
As I see it.
Why do my eyes do not reflect
The huge hole in me?
That gap is not filled or silicone,
not flesh, not my own flesh,
is a gap that is filled with illusion,
In not so broken mirrors,
Of smiles and not so hidden,
De pleasures not so monstrous ...
course I'm a funny man ...
Funny, because I make fun of myself,
Copy, bad copy of a man ...
simulated no voice, no hidden breast,
De vagina silent ... woman,
woman that smells and tastes like man ...
copy, bad copy of a man left,
Thank god ...
That now if I can invest ...