The strings of my guitar
are upset with my fingers
jelousy and wicked sounds
all over my head
¡Licentiousness!
That's the reason of my madness
nights violating the pregnant days
crystal glasses of broken arrows
unicorns whithout imagination
¡Licentiousness!
Poems and letters from nowhere
humbling words of fake thoughts
gipsy black skin hidden from all
puppies with hopeless expression
¡Licentiousness!
Pictures of Neverland turists
postcards from no place
I dig the holes for my sadness
whispering unknown tales
¡Licentiousness!
I sold my soul to the Goddess
in exchange
I received nothing.
Scott Blake
