Have you ever woken up in motel-rooms after dozing off , feeling different and somewhat unrested ? A tiny acrostic murderballad , written for sticky trumpets , after waking up from such a sleep. Lourdes and Emelén .
Love is so much more she sang
This is the chosen place
He said tapdancing her heart
Ending the world
After the performance he may
Leave without
The scenery
And the noise that follow silent
Roses dying forgivingly
Petals falling from yesterdays season
Are bound to coat the hunter
Parading off the wall in a flowershaped suit
Erupting is the heart of someone now
Resting inside a stained motelroom
Decrypting the last sound
Occurring in replays behind closed dreams of strangers
Leaving a bleeding rainbow
Lost between the soundtracks in your head
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-08-09 at 19:46
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