There´s a babe.

 

There´s a babe. She looks like a bebe. Is there a boy, a babe´

Is there a babe´ On the mind´ In the sparks and the blazes of such fire´ In the stone´ Is he there´

He was there, he is always there.

The shower, science, the head, clowns science, one of your major problems that you had along the times. Those who have been there all this time with you. Since you left London, some years ago.

Stop wearing and carrying yellow, it´s a piece of shit. A science tool, the clowns tool, your problems, people´s problems and sickness..

Tracker, that horse looks in a very good shape. 2cm taller, strong and happy with his new life and friends. When you met him in the meat trade he looked like a skeleton, like bones without meat, a horse that was cursed to death.