This society has the strange taste of arsenic
diluted in the smoothness of liquorice juice.
An improbable of déja vu in the colors
of unfulfilled desires ...
Does this girl who sweeps the floor
in a empty cups day ,believe in unicorns ?
She performs a dusty rondo that perhaps
only Mozart can hazily perceive ...
In the evening she\'ll take her pleasure,
the broomistic kingdom asleep ...
This society tastes like a vanilla cream
ending in a brackish memory ...
This girl is just a clumsy young witch ,
not Elizabeth Montgomery ...
I\'d like to posses her soul and leave
her body to the broom ...
She appeals me,like a suicidal sunday morning
when you put off sweeping your life clean ...
This society has the bitter tast of a maiden
who\'s going to put her broom away
in the closet of illusions ...