RETRIEVE YOURSELF

Hey
Retrieve yourself
Little Brunette
And the shelves of your existence
Will finally
Glide
One above the other like they used to
Though being resistance will remain underneath their epidermis
Not even Ghosts are within the power to influence changes
If they only knew your face…

You keep repeating those rituals of pagan dawns
Paying a Worship to the Make Up
And The Other Gods of Yours

There is always some wind behind the window
There will always be some rain
In your glass
And a graceful touch of the Sculptor
And his burin…

The morning sketch of a life
In all its glory
Within a brush
Within a blush
Within your hands folded like to a Prayer

Black Coffee
On the lips of yours
Yourself
On the lips of others...

And you still try
To be somebody’s coffee break

Little Brunette
Like a Believer
In a Fake…