‘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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