ALL I WANT IS A OWN BALCONY
A balcony
own
With wood blinds and curtains fragrant
to see beautiful women walk their sadness
makeup and ugly women
Comply with his walk and bitter with salt.
A balcony with wooden shutters
For men tired
With the weight of unspoken love.
A private balcony to see the swing to swing on the moon
and hold the tile networks
And the murderer walks with pockets Full of money
pain.
All I want is a private balcony
To draw back the rain and air
jail and cherish the straw that is rigged
In
almond leaf and remote support
The struggle of man with the anchor;
And smile to procrastination
From just waiting night and bite. One afternoon
without haste
Take your sweet little hand
Playing as blind your eyes sharp
reliable Taste your smile and draw at night
The colors of the scandal.
Taken from the book
COMMON PLACES
