Just came home frome thi city, found my glasses. A big project, walked from store 2 store looking like a whore.
But in the end I found my store, my hat got runned over, and my story is over, and in, in and out.
2 night we shout.




Fame, is nothing we seak, just a peak.
Shame is nothing I cope
Cause 2 night I own a cape.
I Hope


Paris I dreamt of
But been here
Been real
Waiting for Barcelona
So I can get out of my coma