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)