SOMETIMES A WOMEN AWAKE WITH A PRETTY SMILE IN HER EYES.
I DON`T KNOW WHY SOMETIMES...
SOMETIMES IN HER LIPS..
A TOUCH OF PAINT IN THE MORNING`S LIGTH HANDS,
TODAY SHE SEEMS TO HAVE A LOT OF CONFUSION,
DOWN HER CHIN,
TRYING TO REMENBER WHY,
THE ANSWER NOT FAR FROM THE WINDOW`S TABLE,
.. THAT FLOWER CRASHED ON THE FLOOR,
.. THAT CLOCK FULL OF FEELINGS,
... THAT CHAIR OUT OF PLACE,
... THAT PARFUM`S STORM OF WORDS,
REMAIN UNANSWERED IN HER MIND,
I DON`T KNOW WHY,
SHE SAY,
SHE HAVE A PRETTY, PRETTY,
MORNING BRIGTH,
I´M HAPPY,
WITH HER DRESS LAUGHING IN MY MIND/HANDS...
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