Rio Calling 2.31.

Signs and signals remain unheard,

My security reminds me of the texture of curd.

I despise to know nothing at all,

My life is someone else’s call.

I can only sing along,

To the predefined song.


Rio Calling #2.30

The only thing that keeps me from cutting my arm,

Is your endless charm.

Nothing else matters at all,

When we don’t meet, I do nothing but stall.

If I ever survive,

I will start to enjoy the rest of my life.