Testo Apples

The voices come out from the up and down of
the alcoholic whirl
they recognize the future where there is so
much abhorrence
Come on apples do you listen to the cars?
Olives know something about the taste of
this lovely champagne
Tooth-pics are moving round and round they seem can dance
In front of my favourite tree
will I found my lover
Every guest is on the floor
they seem compressed
Come on apples do you listen to the cars?