Monday, November 11, 2013

she doesn't like cowboys

She doesn’t like cowboys - because they always break her heart
She doesn’t fall in love because it always falls apart...
She doesn’t trust in angels - for they always fly away
And she’s left alone with the devil - at the end of the day...

She doesn’t listen to love songs - because they always make her cry
Reminds her of the life - that just passes her by...
She doesn’t dream of pirates - come to take her out to sea
Her paperback romances - shattered like her dreams...
art by Rafael DeSoto

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

esas viejas canciones Francesas...

inspired by something Isabel said

The day is grey... the colors fade and it smells like rain...

The evening's dark... the grass is yellow - in the city park...

The night is cold... she's not here to hold and the world has left me feeling old...

The season's too long... where did we go wrong... and these old French songs...
          are the only things she left me...