I am the sheep I am the cow
that the animals you want to play
are the female open shirt
small tits to suck
Under the lash of these trees
in the shadows where I was born
that the horizon before the sky
I was looking for my mother
"Fernandino and that 'as a daughter
brings me coffee in bed 'and tapioca
and to remind him that and 'born male
sara 'instinct will be' life '
and I in front of a large mirror
I flush his eyes with his fingers to imagine
between the legs a tiny pussy
asleep in the bus
I leave the country childhood
Wish I run at auction
I'm lucky enough to correct
in the kitchen of the pension
dreams mingle with hormones
to dawn will be 'magic
breasts will be miraculous
'cause and Fernanda' own daughter
as a daughter wants to make love
Fernandino but resists and vomiting
and writhes in pain
and then the scalpel for breasts and hips
in a vertigo of anesthesia
till 'my body resembles
on the promenade in Bahia
tender smile of Greenleaf
fingers from her hair extension
when machines link the headlights
on the stage of my life
where traffic jams between desires
my buttocks a male s'appende
In my flesh between my lips
a man slips the other surrenders
Fernandino that I and 'dead in the womb
Fernanda and 'a doll silk
are the embers of a single star
that ring of light called Princesa
a lawyer from Milan
nowPrincesa gives the heart
and a walk relapsed
in the shadow of a balcony
(the campaign)
(heaven)
(the path)
(the school)
(the church)
(the shame)
(the skirt)
(the polish)
(the mirror)
(the lipstick)
(the Fear)
(the street)
(the modeling)
(the vertigo)
(the spell)
(the magic)
(the cars)
(the police)
(the fatigue)
(the dignity ')
(the boyfriend)
(the minion)
(the rich gentleman)
(the dirty)
(the bad luck)
(the sober)
(the barrel)
(the caresses)
(the failure)
(it sucks)
(the beauty)
(to live)