it has been raining
one wonders when will this rain stop
you and your kind are the drinking ones
the rain becomes a reason
one wonders when will this rain stop
you and your kind are the drinking ones
the rain becomes a reason
the thirst of the earth are your thirst too
the thirst for stories and lies and evasions
there is a way to choose what stories to hear
even under this rain of beer and rum
that moment when i begin to learn the meaning of a hum
the justification for that beauty of slowness
and gentleness of the spirit in the middle of a
never ending quest for what is right and acceptable
the rain is a story too, a hum, a monotony
which levels us all into the reality of waiting
by the window to the world beyond us
inside a cafe with just a cup of our own tea.
the thirst for stories and lies and evasions
there is a way to choose what stories to hear
even under this rain of beer and rum
that moment when i begin to learn the meaning of a hum
the justification for that beauty of slowness
and gentleness of the spirit in the middle of a
never ending quest for what is right and acceptable
the rain is a story too, a hum, a monotony
which levels us all into the reality of waiting
by the window to the world beyond us
inside a cafe with just a cup of our own tea.
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