Here I am ... in the city where rust fleet experiencing the hysteria of the story on the scaffold of my vanity. Who are you? showed him your gold teeth to people who mistook the most insolent , celebrating a special way. Sos the mirror of my vanity ;'re half that turns against me (someone blur), do not think anyone now where I start you're done.
hear your voice ... It is the plight of old men confined to squirm in their graves as the worm in its cocoon. I know you well ... you enjoyed in all my bitter give up, I promised relief and led me to succumb desire to plead . You are the mirror of my vanity, you're the half that was turned against me (someone blur), do not think of anyone as I start where you finished. And I wonder who you are ... who you are, who you . (Egocripta, 1997)
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