lunes, 5 de octubre de 2009


It's complicated they would say...
not easy to do nor to say,
they said it wouldn't be fair, or good,
at the end it didn't matter,
for he never looked straight to the eyes,
and said the right thing.

He wondered, sometimes,
beer right at hand, and smoke...
about the lonely nights, the pleasant tears,
and the stone he used on that blue day.