The soul is not reflected in the mirror!!! ---46

The great ballads and the hectic sound from Tuesday to Sunday
They got left behind, lost their relevance.
They 've replaced the casual chatter in the boat .
Loyal friends always around
Stupidly cold beer and cuddling.
The stitches are still a thousand.
Sex is very important, but it has another value.
The endless orgies
The hard stick pointing in all directions
The math of who kisses the most at night...
It's been modified. It doesn't say anything anymore.
Today I kiss who I want and when I want.
The stick points in the direction that my desire indicates...
Group sex may work but not as a goal to be achieved
just by desire and choice...
The mirror shows marks on his face.
The flexibility has changed a little bit, it's more limited.
But the energy is stored there.
The light inside hasn't changed. On the contrary, I feel it much better.
I don't always like the reflection in the mirror, but I take a glass of water and I go to life.
I'm going to my friend's class...
I'm going for a beer at the bar...
I go to the whorehouse where the boys swing their sticks
Even though they don't care about the whole...
These young fools, they'll all be like that, unless they die now.
Sometimes I don't recognize this reflection in the mirror.
The image doesn't always match with what I feel, with the pulsating energy...
I was surprised to find out:
A mirror only reflects the surface, what it wears, what time takes...
We're more than that, and he only sees us if we look in the mirror.
A little reflection in the form of poetry.
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