Remixergia

Cry your stomach revolution, feel free to talk about it.
Purge your madhouse revolution, you can use this verb like a fetish optio.
Wait. Don´t be hoaxed.
Stand up over the ivies-men impossing your Dondiego de dia
Push out the gossip of the spookies over the puzzling look of the wind.
Breathe. And magnify me, like Tom Hanks did in Big.

When all these things get ticked, shut up your stomach revolution.
Don´t fight it. You´re a kangy carrying a golden brick.
Draw a common skull in the sand and yell like a loony:
“Time is tearing down your bells sweetie!”. Moan to the gross.
Ask to the savage being why didn't he let me end my 20's
Still, you wouldn't believe it: i´m ticklish.

Germán Et Nada