You remember the days of glory
and see the lights of the stage illuminating your already known artistic and
old shine, the girls scream your name and try to pretend the desire for sex
while the guys who buy your discs dream of having the fame that conquers the
beautiful blonde who will put up with your shits and overdoses – almost two
years I didn’t see her until that Christmas.
Life plays tricks on wise people
or perhaps it’s the ignorant ones who don’t realize this unfunny joking. A
madman had already said “it’s better to wake up on the side of a stranger than
to spend the night alone” I don’t argue his words, amidst this marathon of sex
only one becomes the most important and yet the solitude continues. The house
is still empty. I see amid the week the girls that come and go, mixing their
smells to those already existing in bed, in the air and in my breath, many of
them willing the lasting love that I know I cannot give. Sat on the bed while I
get drunk I see like a flash her smiles, straighten of hair, the soft skin
being covered by the sock and the kiss sent from the bedroom’s door.
I look around, the guitar thrown
on the messy bed, some clothes on the floor, half bottle of whiskey and vodka
beside the TV, wondering if I drink them now or after breakfast. At this dawn I
lay on the couch e let the Country hat cover my face.
Today I dreamed of being in the
middle of a sea with crystalline waters and a Jurassic turtle… The thoughts fly
far away… The texts become short…
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