Another day on the tiny island where the bombs
refuse to blow in churches... I'm going by boat to
a beautiful place. Where the sea is so full of
yachts and boats that the smell of petrol wins the
fight against the smell of the sea. On another
coast I see a diver drowning a helicopter flies
him to his new home no rain is falling to kill the
tropic heat, but today it could have saved some
lives. Back in the night I see a jealous husband
shoot his young wife three times in her head
drowning, hanging in her own blood, her mother
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place like a million ants in my bedroom nice
apartment-blocks will give them the room to roam
while all houses of character get ripped down for
the aunts of the ants. I can't stand it - a dozen
vodkas later in my club I hit a guy, go wrong and
mad a bouncer knocks me from the back my lips spit
a bit of blood, I decide to take a cab back On the
way I se another local using his knife... Another
day on the tiny island where the bombs refuse to
blow in churches...