Behind the curtains

After the rain
The hot earth smells good
Waiting in vain
For some more food
Thirsty as an old irish
Pachamama needs her blood
A glass of raw gypsy swing swing
Music to be in a better mood

Like a pearl in a youing girl's eye
The jazz was flooding him
Hypnotizing you and I
And disappearing in the wind

Like the shadow of the time
Her shape was haunting me
I knew that somexhere she was mine
In another reality

Behind the curtains of the world
Lies another universe
You only need to hear word
You only need to read this verse

06/10/2014