Northern Downpour.

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.

For diamonds do appear to be,
just like broken glass to me.

And then she said she can’t believe,
genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues.

Tripping eyes and flooded lungs,
The northern downpour sends it's love.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon don’t you go down.
Sugar cane in the easy morning,
weathervanes, my one and lonely.


The ink is running towards the page,
chasing off the days.
Look back at both feet and that winding knee,
I missed your skin when you were east.
You clicked your heels and wished for me,
through playful lips made of yarn.
That fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world's a broken bone,
but melt your headaches, call it home.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon don’t you go down.

Sugar cane in the easy morning,
weathervanes, my one and lonely.

Sugar cane in the easy morning,
weathervanes, my one and lonely.

[ Hola, me pintó hacer una entrada así re mediocre, con una canción y una foto mía, y no me importa nada porque voy a escribir lo que se me canta, y hoy se me cantó esto. ]