Proesia International

Frozen Ghiries
all over the sea
i see
Da Big Black Bob
in his heavy metalled
yellow tutu
scattin' on humpa time
i see
myself climbin' computin' clouds
looking for
"On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life"
i see
and this little voice
that say me
"cambia oculista"
"cambia oculista"


4: Bob: or Sandro