FINGERS

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Black ones
on the Gibson guitar for blues.
Wet ones
in the girl’s next door at two a.m.
Tired ones
from writing hundred bad poems.
Hided in gloves
after a boxing match with mouth bleeding.
Two apart
sign of victory of capitalism over and over again.
Silk ones
in my lover’s precious hand.
Old ones
asking for peace and comfort.
Crossed ones
for good karma and dharma’s wisdom.
Angry ones
Pulling the trigger of a gun.

Just one,
pointing at you and your absolute waste of life today.

VOODOO GIRL

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I knew a girl, she worked late at night,
Everything was going fine,
Everything just so right,
I knew a girl, she worked late at night.

I knew a girl, she never looked back,
Everything was going fine,
Everything just so right,
I knew a girl, she worked late at night.

One day she left: - Voodoo girl, oh come back!,
Without you I can’t make it,
Everything was so right,
I knew a girl, I knew a girl.

She worked late at night.

ANYTIME

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If you want me, come
And we’ll settle our house over the moon, under
The stars and away from everything, come
Anytime.

I’ll have my books in a shelter of ice, we
Will play with our kids till late at night, under
The stars and away from everything, come
Anytime.

Sun knows that’s what I want, come
I’ll be dying if you don’t, come
Under the stars and away from everything, come
Anytime.

532-B

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I remember those hotel stairs
where the cat died of pleasure
and your legs failed next to the wall
three times

I remember that electric light
the tub, your lips
the bed and the sheets
three times

I remember your skin
and the Dali's painting
in that 532-B of a village Hotel
where passion was written
three times

And don't tell me art is dead
Because your hair still enchants me
In the Summer nights.

Femme

«Une Femme», by M

THE M JAZZ QUARTET BAND

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Baby, I'm getting old
So old, like that tree, oh me
I'm just getting old.

You know baby, I'm just faking it
Don't even know what love means since years, oh tears
I lost their taste while faking it.

Baby, I'm just a jazz man
Every night I play with The M Jazz Quartet Band
And sing to no one.

Baby, I'm done
So old, like that tree, oh me
I'm just getting old.

Maybe I'm just getting old.

The Painter

Adolf Hitler - By M

Millions died because of this man.

Look at him carefully.

This man wanted to be a painter.

ATMOSPHERE

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You talked about your last boyfriend and your work.
I talked about the Winter.

You said he was no man for you.
I said this rain clears my mind.

You said «and the sex was not what it used to be.»
I said «that man over there looks like Umberto Eco.»

You said I never listen to other people.
And perhaps you’re right, my dear.

I just love the atmosphere.

YOUR BEAUTY OF MINE

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Because perfume belongs to the nose,
Because songs, the ear,
And Sun - I suppose -,
Rounds our eyes every year,
It's then true, bright and clear:
This poem's yours, rhyme by rhyme.

But your beauty it's also mine.

LAST CIGARETTE

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It was yesterday, it was by night,
The poet was found dead alright,
No one appeared, no one cried,
The police said «Suicide»,
Just a woman, perhaps his lover,
- There was blood all over -,
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He didn't make noise at night,
Strange people these guys who write,
He took his coffee over there
But the owner he can swear
The man seemed normal the day before,
Reading his paper next to the door,
Smoking a cigarette, filling the air.

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No one appeared, no one cried,
The police said «suicide».