Abracadabra

A woman out of spite, or just for fun
Buried a dry coconut in a garden
In crimson

Then a rival, dealing drugs with evil
Spitting rum
And pricking a happy heart

I don’t know how some people waste their lives
How some call on a wound
How they can spend love

I don’t know, as if we were short on chains
As if we had too many dinners
As if pain brought joy

I don’t know if bad weather brings bad faith
If desperation turns white
And secular schools close down
If we go back to magic
And dolphin apprentices think they can reach Merlin

I don’t know if bad weather brings bad faith
But what enchants me is to fly
And to be spellbound by your magic
I shine in your school
I get high marks in love
I fly there
Like the Sun
A hummingbird

Abracadabra, my word is a healer, it turns all bad to good
Heals from hate and also gives a vaccine

Abracadabra, keep the leg on your goat
Sunflower, stock, the butterfly kissed the hummingbird
The hummingbird

The hummingbird

The hummingbird