quinta-feira, 31 de março de 2011



There is Lettice and Lovage by Shaffer,

But black knights and Lancelot are tougher;

Children singing cílíum, actínium

And crispy chocolate serum;

The burning sky and lightning storm change

With noises of, it´s awfully strange!

Sheep slowly crossing along the way

And waving dolls in a row waiting to play;

Eyebrows standing in a strand

And chubby babies swimming to a foreign land;

Now, the airplanes flying without wings

Swap to shameless widows with insinuating swings;

Twelve angry men are standing backdoor

While a strange laugh sounds outdoor;

A fussy sound so distante, like a yawn

And suddenly I woke up and everything was gone...