Comments about Lino Jones
Into the depths of the death I sink,
Getting the glimpse of my life at a wink.
Born I was as an infant child,
Dong nothing but to feel so mild
Having nothing of the thoughts so wild.
I cried, I puked I did it all,
I fed in love which came to no wall.
I wept, I slept, I wept, I slept,
Did nothing but to sleep and weep