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When I was born, one of those twisted angels who live in the shadows said: "Carlos, get ready to be a misfit in life!"
The houses watch the men who chase after women.
If desire weren't so rampant, the afternoon might be blue.
The passing streetcars full of legs: white and black and yellow legs.
My heart asks why, my God, so many legs?
My eyes, however, ask no questions.
The man behind the mustache is serious, simple, and strong.
He hardly ever talks.
Only a very few are friends with the man behind the glasses and mustache.
My God, why have you forsaken me if you knew that I wasn't God, if you knew that I was weak.
World so large, world so wide, if my name were Clyde, it would be a rhyme but not an answer.
World so wide, world so large, my heart's even larger.
I shouldn't tell you, but this moon but this brandy make me sentimental as hell.