Heavy dampness that sticks top the skin of desire ,
tropical cinamon ,marriage of scents and distance,
white rum ,pineaple ,passion fruits ,angostura bitters,
dry gin lethal ,ginger amuerta coca leaf ,my tequila life...
Papamiento islands , color curaçao where brunette girls
burn the senses in transparent whites that smooth storms...
Cachaça smile ,languor caipirinha ,margarita grapefruit
that I would like to capture in a few daiquiri follies ...
Please my lord of the infernos, just give me an ice cube
to refresh the torments of my Cuba libre ,
a mixed colony old Bourbons whyskey ,
and wet malibu monsoon, soda water cascade
with an inspired touch of vanilla ...
Johnny walker picks up his guitar
and takes me out of the amaretto mood swings ...
A grey goose flies through my vodka belvedere,
the north is so gloomy, I dream of a sailor Jerry ,
somewhere between the dover cliffs and the point nemo ,
old deep sea navigator ,lets have a last drink ,
and good bye mister Astor ...
- Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: June 30th, 2024 07:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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