Ink deliberates its source of oil
I wait and wait in between olive recoil
For the language of trash
To be cut out from a magazine

I lacerate my ink in oil
Ink in oil leads a sunflower seed to butter
The mind with gỏi cuốn thượng hạng (28cm)

I wait and wait in between olive oil
The sunflower seed deliberates its cries
Its heliotropic margarine of daisies
Say: it is true? Am I crazy?