(poem for 69 March...:)
she was a shy one whenever I saw her
something grabed me so that suddenly
I was putting my finger in her eye
pour a glass of water behind her neck
or hell knows what fierce animal
in her backpack
"life is pain baby!" - I cried out
showing her
my last scratches still bleeding
and she loved me
with all its little-girl fury
unfairly fought
twenty years after I wake up with a lady
suddenly on the street
puts her finger in my eye
while pours water behind my neck
"life is funny old man" -she whispered
then she invited me to her place
and from one word to another
we got fierce little animals
wich couldn't take anymore
of that shy reality
tough retrieval what can I say
with all my calmness of praised man
maybe rightly
I never saw her again
and I hate her guts