Pamplona

Abundance, in the material world
The fever continues
Flashing lights, fame, sex
I hate vernissage, escape horse
From Nike and Lacoste
In a dense fog of dead filmmakers
Violence and performance
Cannibal gods, red godard
Sina and synopsis
All my life I wanted a synthetic verse
Loving women, feeling alive
Life has been cruel to me
Minor, I'm gray, it's a lot of bad vibes
Warhorse, a Van Gogh double
I don't give a fuck
Listening to confessions on a dance floor
I'm wearing Bvlgari perfume
And I keep reading Michael Foucault

I'm gonna get up, throw a comfort caloi (I'm gonna get up)
I'll call her to see Almodóvar's new thing
Somewhere in Botafogo
Hype stuff kills my stomach
I lost sleep another night
So that it can be seen by everyone
London, Paris, Rome, Manhattan, Recife
Tear gas and crying children
Silver cutlery, gothic architecture, plastic pearls
I walked through rubble, I walked through august
I saw paintings and sculptures at MASP
Today I am a rarity in the history of art
With a thousand layers of metalanguage
I listen to Madonna and I don't give a fuck
Irredeemable, untimely, a dose of cruelty
Dreams, rain, gray, clear, impassable