quarta-feira, 13 de julho de 2016

To Have And Have Not

The old records taught me to desire
In their ancient, classy grooves,
Such a guide for my moves
I couldn’t avoid being on fire.

Among the cigarettes I shall find,
Hidden between girl’s legs,
The pleasure my youth begs
So milky it blows my mind.

No place is better than another;
The unknown attracts me
More than these bodies I see
Which I can’t feel for no longer.

Despite I have some patience
The ancient tunes have it lost;
Haven’t taught me what they must,
About love and its magnificence.

But through my anguish I realize:
Love might be a kind of silence.

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