‘Maybe baby’

Literary production

Technique, genre, arbitrary math

Who wants to listen to mockery and revolt

Against the grammar and the prosody

And loved love songs

Pick up your gloves get out of the route

It´s been so cold

A car can show up suddenly

And take you to a place

Where you wouldn´t like to be

Just breath [to rhyme]

Inspiration has gone away with the last gale

Or should I say sail? … Maybe baby

I wished to love

All that the money could buy

All the machines could make forget

I wished to love anyone

Or even you

But I only got to love the rain, the sunsets, the wine

And Taiuva´s luau night in the profound countryside

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