poets

we are damned and rejected poets in a world where art is something that no one does but requires and after having obtained it the criticism is heavily... 

We live in a world where there is no being of particular interest to the civilized public but a forgotten hero in a child's toy basket... 

We live in a world where it is difficult to think positively about adolescence at school but thinking negatively is instead synonymous with a high understanding of the subject realism which is then not difficult to connect to the physics and science that makes up the human brain... a terrible nervous system that has caused the demolition of fictitious worlds generated by a conscious and subterranean algorithm. 

A world we don't know and that could surpass the sound of a top-quality synthesizer... Quality then... what is quality? Quality is a factor that we now associate with mass desire and the average price... we have now forgotten how beautiful it was to look at brand new vinyl records, buy them and try them... or buy books with ruined covers and enjoy their scent, a scent that smells of lived-in... and observe the notes, and the verses underlined by someone else... for us this smells of... old and ugly... What is not used 

We, on the other hand, we poetically truthful rebels... we are united by the strength that our souls release when they clash, we are... us... and not them