12:32

"Father, this passion is very strong.
Already my desire to live remains iner.
Why is it difficult for me to have you? 
No one escapes death even if they are lucky. 

"The mute began a conversation with the healer. 
She told me that even if I am handsome, I look ugly, 
Because even though manicurists cure fingers, 
There is no salvation unless I flee from Asmodeo. 

"Even though I am disciplined, I can't concentrate. 
Even if I have an appointment, I can't keep it. 
Even if I'm in a hurry, I can't get ahead. 
Even if I have overcome everything, I can't move forward. 
Even if I'm wise, I can't decide either way. 
Even if I'm alive, I can't bring myself back to life. 
Even if I save your life, I still can't sacrifice myself. 
Even if I am an alcoholic, I can't get drunk. 
Even if I am wounded, I can't stop harming myself. 

"I just want to stop sabotaging myself. 
I am sick of it, Lord, of self-flagellation.
Because even if I have a car, I still can't control myself.

"I want to quit this damn addiction;
She added the subject named Audio,
How foolishly she voiced it aloud,
And the only thing they managed to hear from us 
Was: «Emil, come out of your room,
Go downstairs, light up a joint,
Cry, call out to God,
And ask Him why temptation is so hard to resist.»

"My brain playing Halo games,
And she pulled the trigger as I exhaled
A verse fromFabio Fiallo.
Hello?
Holy dendrites emerge from my brain,
And they synapse in the talus,
I stab myself with a stick,
And even though my feet are bound with Chagualo,
I employ an almojarifazgo
And purchase a cymbal
To frighten away the buffalo demons
That torment my abnormal behavior
That not even Genomma Lab
It can heal.
I want my libido to wander in the labyrinth of Daedalus
So that sixteen-year-old Emil
Returns to inhabit this bearded body
That needs to shave its mite-ridden conscience,
Tie them up!
A bald and treacherous person is brazen;
But it is disappointing if we're on a terrace
Wanting a drink, and your name is Miracles,
And you can't turn water into wine."