Testo Violenca

once on a roadto a bad neighbourhood. a girl named Violenca stopped me on my way. she just entered my car. her skirt was touching no legs. her voice was so deep - she was a man. she sold her high heels and his soul. for another ten liri to me. we broke into old apartment-blocks. heading to suck me off. we pushed-in some doors quite violently. a tiny room with a board and a bed. was all interior in there. and the dark shemale made me lie down. on sheets and blankets of filthy antique state. that would fry and shuder a nation into fate. some cockroaches dried in white juice. a glimpse of a look i dared. causing a brief heart-attack. i was nervous. but nevertheless. the shemale she drank water. from my black spring. she liked me and said in teras. "goodbye" a hundred times. there is no doubt. i was in the hell where a ... (it) grows. Violenca. i still shudder when i say goodbye... (goodbye - the word's no good anymore)