Thursday, April 21, 2011

Birds of Prey

How many old men can be eaten
Birds of prey devours their flesh
On cold winter nights
Up north, old men die of thirst
Waiting for heavenly liquids
Never to appear on chatting rooms
Replaced by hotmail, msn, dot com
Old men wait and wait
Some get pleasure on Hotel Gouvenour
Others just wait in cheap Saint Andre
Old men in different dates
Wait and find love as flesh is shaken
Same bird, same prey, different men


Let me rush towards
Not reaching and rushing
Breath shortens the pace
Walking on air cancels movement
Gravity theories die at night
In dreams the hand rarely gets there
Shadows of smiles paint the air
The light of day opens all dreams
Young man, not longer there.

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