King of Lizards

I’m sad. I’m poet. Run!

You have to find wisdom.

I live thanks cunning stunts,

I’m just the king of lizards.

 

Be proud of your love.

You are my red space girlfriend.

Your eyes have color of

The sky of our planet.

 

Believe in doors between

The life and death. I know

That my young soul, it seems,

Will never-never grow.

 

Be strong, be good and shy,

Be weird, be drunk and laughing.

I’ll teach you how to fly

And how to ride the lightning.