Magic Hands

13 11 2009

There was magic in those days
When the sun sucked the glory
Out of the tired twisted bodies
Forgotten by the blue raving soul.

Drops of the sacred light
In the mirror of a black lagoon
Where cats keep hidden the secrets of those
Who are lost in labyrinths of words.

No use to cry to the night
About a paradise
That will never reveal itself to us
Who are too afraid and blind to seek.

The game has no winner,
So smile at a flash of fire
That burns inside like a jellyfish
In the heart of a poisoned island,
Where in the mist of joyful bubbles
I leave behind the touch of magic hands.





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