Monday, October 30, 2006

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For all the journeys at the end of the night
For all the journeys to the center of the heart
If you believe wallpapers in motel rooms are secret maps
For sharing a dream together before the light tilts out

For All the love letters sent at the wrong time
For All the love letters sent at the right time
For All the love letters arrived when it’s too late
For all the trapeze artists
For all the waitress or waiters that we secretely adore
And All the guys with twitches
All the beat and broken bones
And all the cabarets in europe or at least the smell of it

For all the girls in pantyhose
For the head of my father
Because Chet Baker played better with no teeth

And Celine made big mistakes but wrote about life like no one
And so did Bukowski while hearing a termite with a banjo
Because when Freud and Jung were in the same room they say you could see things flying
If you believe all the rusts glitters in time
If you feel alive when you see your soulmate smiling
If your lovers sometimes has been sunday drivers of your heart

If you believe sooner or later the devil will sell all the souls he owns back because he finds them boring
If you buy things from her past
If you wish you had a time travelling machine chance so you could see her as a child
If you think a skeleton can hide a closet
If you are wise most of the times only when you sleep
Because nothing is really under control