Rainy Nights/Morning Sun

  Rainy Night was promised for that day

As i walked amongst the faceless crowd

She was at my side, we’re at somewhere else

But as sure we’re far away from home

On and on walking

Waiting for the rain

Aim on my chest smiled to me, a little wink in her glass eyes

Look over there, a Little Bird on the top of that building with a telescope rifle

Learning the first lesson

Be careful when she pick up the knives

She smiled, the one at my side

That La Femme Nikita smile

Lighting my cigarette

As she took at one gulp

Warm whisky

Poetry is

The drops runnin’ through her lips

Crowd came from nowhere

Strange feeling that this place is a friendly place

Heard someone saying

“Mex Cow was a nice kind of girl.” At a party somewhere

The wind told me or so

Some sick interpersed thoughts waving

Through my brain

As she look at me

With that horror movie smile

Her saliva will be my libation

With ice and raspberries 

 Stairs in decrepitude

Window to the town

Wind, so sweet dancing with the leaves

Like yesterday, and like tomorrow

D’ya know

All the life can be compressed in the wind and that amber light

Stop a moment

I know very well that in these times

People like us have to run

But sometimes all seems so far away

She was in bed now

Dove, my dove

I’ll burn you from the inside

She just began to feel the heat

Take care or burn to the dust

Layin’ there naked and in the screen some Luc Besson movie

Maybe the french accent excited us both

Jean Reno’s voice

Basso

Or Portman with her sexy chirp

As we get the sheets dirty the screen changes

With the scenes of Les Aventures extraordinaires d’Adele Blanc-Sec

“All the animals come out at night” she said

Riding and riding, going on and on, further than my own experience

The town was all grey under the night and the rain

Remind me of gargoyles and foggy streets

Remind me of the dephts of my own

But as the drops gleam

It all seems so far away

And she’s just begun to feel the heat

In the thoughts out of control

Um gole na garrafa de Sailor Jerry

E uma bala no tambor

Gire o colt na mesa

Como uma mulher sexy

Dançando a habanera

O cano é um olho distante

Que nunca deixa de me chamar

A cápsula é minha melhor amiga

Burn herself ‘til the dust of frazzle

And slept without sheets

Eyes out there

Rainy Night crumbling over the streets

I can see among the cars

A Little Bird and a Raging Bull

Kissing passionately at the 27th avenue

Nothing else matters cuz down there

Little bird just begun to feel the heat

And i’ve learned, my friend

Sometimes the rain falls and sometimes the breeze blow

But never stop feeling the heat

Or let the fire wane

And, if it was good

Let tomorrow be just like yesterday

Um prato que não enjoa

Rainy Night was over

She is sleeping still

I promised to the wind that i won’t let her go

Sunrise, a violin case and a plant in the tarmac

All the grey fades to the technicolor day

The city is all yellow

Turning the stones into gold