luni, 4 august 2014

blue monday

monday morning whispers to me gently,
those tender sounds of you, baby.

 drinking a blue coffee with Coltrane and Baker
 missing you through their tempo
 oh, blue heart of mine, come to my brazilian garden...

 




 this savage august 
 brought me your melted scent of skin
 as I remember in this blue monday
 our twisted kiss born from our mesmerizing passion in that cosy afternoon...

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