P/ Mogli, Zóio, Yellow, Maria Rita, J. Ricardo & Toninho do Blues
& todos os que já descansaram num travesseiro entre as
nuvens.
‘ Fungos clariceps purpúrea infestam
sementes de centeio; Moscas desmaiam
sobre excelente agárico; Tribos amazônicas
fervem o Yagê; E o teonanacatl influenciou
o surgimento da consciência.’
ao som de “Meddle” do Pink Floyd
Olhei para o céuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
vi um salmãoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
saltando de uma botaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ouvindooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Pink Floyddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
Olhei para o salmãoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
vi uma botaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
saltando no céuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
ouvindooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Pink Floyddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
Olhei para a botaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
vi o céuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
saltando de um salmãoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ouvindooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Pink Floyddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
Quem ouviaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pink Floyd?????????????????????????????????????????????
O salmãoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
A botaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
eu ??????????????????????????????????????????????????
euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
eraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
a botaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
o céuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
e o salmãooooooooooooooooooooo
E pairava ‘num travesseiro ao vento’
dentrooo dooo corpo: o doce da imaginação.
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