Poetry

To Clinton...

You can speak slipped…
Can see people you never seen,
Can violate me in dreams…
But you wake up and not remember,
Because you are unconcience about your own spirit…
Don’t wait to die to show your spirit.
You can go to any gubernator, any president in the planet.
Check chat whisky and tell to him I think that and that is better for that and that…
But the monkey only dance for money…
So my monkey maybe you will evolucinate…
And become human... 

And not you will dance for money any more…
And start to kill by money…
So my monkey let dance for a wail.
Or maybe , just maybe, you left the dance time ago.
In Extension…
You can Be the president of any country of the world,
In the way. Upper mind understand, wide, not domain.
With out election. Nunca lo entendistes y nunca lo entenderas.
Pero yo te ame.