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quinta-feira, 4 de maio de 2017

Lake Louise

As Mister Wishful thinking finally showed up, after a while, he found me inobservant

He brought his worldwide famous honey with him and held it out to me

I tasted it carefully, as I've barely retained a faint memory of its special flavor

And this time it was a new flavor i didn't know nothing about

And i've feasted myself in it



And that was it

When i tried to come back home, later on, there was no available lane
And i became a hobo again

Meanwhile, life itself couldn't care less
and started sending me back a new sort of defiance
Some beautiful blind spots in my brain went into sale
Like a Black Friday in my soul
Some of them went for free, no charge, nothing
Others costed a lot


That was all fine

'Cause  life was already providing some medicine
Which this time was time itself
The path for the new unknown had been set somehow
Meanwhile, I did my share fulfilling my life with a sort of new hobbies and toys

Trying not to screw up the game

Then one day the Chief of Ghosts Himself have decided to speak
Sent me a whatsapp message, no device required
 

Like if it was nothing

Cristal, like Lake Louise's surface in the summer
And for a brief minute all that remained was nostalgie
And a Bus to drive

And slowly, as the ordinary world were set in place again
Mister Wishful Thinking and his worldwide famous honey were vanished from my sight

For now

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