Pamplona

Abundance, in the material world
The fever continues
Flashing lights, fame, sex
I hate vernissage, escape horse
From Nike and Lacoste
In a dense fog of dead filmmakers
Violence and performance
Cannibal gods, red Godard
Destiny and synopsis
All my life I wanted a synthetic verse
To love women, to feel alive
Life has been cruel to me
Young, I'm gray, it's too much bad vibe
Battle horse, a double of Van Gogh
I don't care
Listening to confessions on a dance floor
Wearing Bvlgari perfume
And still reading Michel Foucault

I will get up, ride a comfortable bike
Won't even invite her to see Almodóvar's new film
Somewhere in Botafogo
Hype stuff messes with my stomach
I lost sleep one more night
So it can be seen by everyone
London, Paris, Manhattan, Recife
Tear gas and crying children
Silver cutlery, Gothic architecture, plastic pearls
I walked through rubble, I walked down Augusta Street
I saw paintings and sculptures at MASP
Today I am a rarity in art history
With a thousand layers of metalinguage
I listen to Madonna and don't care
Irremissible, untimely, a dose of cruelty
Dreams, rain, gray, clear, insurmountable