Had that feeling when crossing
tiny gates, harsh gates at Wellington street.
And Beauty had in her face a kind of
grimace. Thought the sun was shining
opposed to my very back.
And had a feeling of you waiting
wherever, empty cases of forgotten romances.
Empty buildings of forgotten reveries.
Would have asked you to marry me
if it hadn't been for the rain.
Had that feeling when setting my daisy garden
outside the old British Parliament.
And that song of rusted democracy and
weedy speechmakers made me feel hollow.
Oh! If it hadn't been for your smile!
Had a feeling of you going accross
the roofs and getting here just to embrace
the most sinful, the most sinister
pleas of this heart of mine.
Had a feeling of you coming.
The takeover of an avenue just for the sake
of our kissing time.
The takeover of a jazz club just for the sake
of our shortcut day.
And the murder of my old guitar
just in front of God.
Just in the name of God.//
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