Lanbrora

Eh!... foggy dawn
this memory's a blur
on the glass of the windows
leaving it all wet
...drops sliding
antsy... glass...
for a moment
I get lost in the fog
in the streets' coordinates
doors and portals.

Friday and
the bike race
I was expecting camels and
what the hell... bars
to set up a meet
to clear my lost mind
...and in the town square
rock'n roll in the air
they took me to you.

Long hair
hiding your shyness
will the sounds of the streets
reach
all the way to the cold mountains
to catch your eyes
to play with your sweet body
oh... here, foggy dawn
blind and anxious
heading to the sea on the rocks.