Cadáver exquisito improvisado

Goliat mato a David o era al revés nose la verdad no me acuerdo me dejo llevar por la velocidad la furia la ira mis manos frente a un tecladdo desprevenido que no ofrece resistencia alguna sobre mi poder de convencimiento cadáver exquisito improvisado sale de mi mente como un torbellino incontrolable de palabras sin sentido.


(acabo de encontrar esto en un remoto rincón de mi computadora, escrito por mi andá a saber cuando y en que situación)

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lolita.

Little skinny girl she's doing it for the first time
little skinny girl she's doing it and it feels fine
she's taking hold and I'm holding on
holding on and my sense is gone
I got it you got it she's got it
she's taking hold of her sins now for the first time
well she's been told about sins now but it feels fine