Each
Day
we
invent
machines,
better machines
what
about
people
better
people
for
pleasure
finer
pleasure
able
to scream, repetition, out
and
loud
people
able to feel
sand
under
their feet – a qualm of ignorance
we
tend to neglect -
and
acrid sweat
in
their cozy armpits -
playing
we
ought do this shit
right?
In order
to
avoid late
frustration
Each
day
for
the sake of
pleasure
and all its affiliates -
erótica,
literature, art – let's take
a
walk in the park and watch
people
talking,
dancing, kissing, sitting
in
benches
their
faces' expressions, contagious
their
bodies' swing, melodic
along
paths
Then,
go home and improve
yourself.
©
José Coelho, 2015
