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.
