sábado, 30 de janeiro de 1999

View from the pier

I’m not walking in the city,

My shadow is. I am long lost,

Lost in the vast sea, to my pity…

No rescue boat in me thought…

No means to find myself again.

No means to change my fate…

Cause no mermaid is saying:

“I want you to be my mate.”

All I see are hungry sharks,

Drooling to get a piece of me…

And even attractive medusae

Try to poison me, kissing fatally.

I’ll keep wondering in the sea,

Avoiding everybody and everything,

Till a mermaid calls from me,

So I can become a human being.

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