In a cold and windy night I went out for a moment, looking for a place to get some peace, a cold beer and hear myself. I ran into a loud pub, I had to shake my bones, rhythm was more than a feeling, it become a must on me and I had to spread a song out.
Singing a sung song, a dissident pentagram, blacks and whites in a single strophe, a tattoo in her arm remembered a lived day, her life, and mine still to be lived.
I can get another drink and I can get lovely smiles too, it’s a good time for staying here, at this dark night lightened by a black glitter.
A Kelly que me recuerda a Janis.