Negro
Black, the color of the skin ignites me
It's midnight and a half color
It's luxury for your man only
"You see, little black girl, that's it..."
Black, the color of the skin ignites me
It's midnight and a half color
It's luxury for your man only
"I make my corner the existential neurosis. The content of everyday life, the day-to-day of life. Electronics is replacing the heart. Inspiration now depends on the transistor, the poet, of steel, of programmed poetry... it's too much for my feelings, you know?
