jueves, abril 07, 2005

golden years, golden years, golden baby with the dusty smile
and in secret i think everything will turn green one day
and she will not feel golden anymore, just brown
with no shine
just earth
and later a couple of kids will pull her into the caravan
with the green already in their eyes.
she smokes the raising lust of the children
keeping the smile
because the glow is coming again.