Balancing life on a few specs of white dust
the street was empty when he wanted it that way
romance was a project and euphoria´s head swayed
in Ricardo´s shadow
The two garage doors shut tightly
but left a gap just big enough
for competent thieves and bandits
And instead of palms he planted pines
it never soothed his heart
The north of his desires
with redness and fullness
and click of tongues briefly entwined in passion
Somewhere deep in the south
rubbing sticks for a spark
Ricardo returned empty handed
His woman jekylled by his baggage
shortcuts bitter than old lemons
attempting to shed his skin
addictions turned up emaciated and convincing
invited him to coffee and got added to the wagon
Not twenty girls could heal his heart
Not a joint laced or a face of icing sugar
Gates left open for the jackal like devils
The hussling demons who´d yawn and scream
Drag on his will to live
whereas deep down the child of him frowning and neglected
Could never be satisfied
winter and his skin turned pale
summer and his skin burned like hay
Reptiles seem to survive
You thought it would revive you
the stale traditions and the afternoon clouds
meaninglessness declaring iself into the physical form
extorting gratification
Deep under that water of the afterlife Ricardo
your friends would bring you back to life
a child of living and love
The gates of your life sturdy
put back love into thin thin heart
Breath back into your lungs
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