We all sell things
We all sell something! We sell hope, we sell stories, We sell clothes, we sell glories, We sell life, dead and resurrection, We all sell those to get affection! We all post in instangrams! We strike poses in selfies, We get along with elves, We are always claiming for attention - We try to postpone our own-denigration. We claim for sunlight in the dark nights. We ask for shadows on sunny days - We are all spoiled, we are all in the toilet. We are the leftovers of we call "regret" We are shit in constant progress! Joao Brandao Junior, NY, 3.25.2014, a computer, a glass of wine, lots of thoughts and