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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 little


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 text 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, sort of

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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