my hair of hooks fished a siren

They were all on the same track,
towards the beach that no one knew.

In that little piece of paradise untouched by man,
the festival surprise: a rave in the forest.

Cheap wine and beer and hashish and amphetamine.
In the absence of a real dealer, was what we had.

She wanted to get in my hair.
"So soft." She said
and keep on going, steady ...
hugs, kisses, together
lust, lips, whatever ...

Back at the urban,
showcase of cinema-reality,
a typical gnocchi on 29th,
and things that only married couples do.
But we were not one, really.
We were on the run from two other two.
Then we both could not be one, just because.

And we deceive us well;
a freedom I do not know what for.

Until the day that a friend of hers appears in a ethyl state
And if there is one of compromise inocentemente left hand...

It was not a mere inconsequential act.
It was a cruel and unconscious scrap.

And in return that I was the fool;
I hit her and it aches in me too.

And suddenly, when everything seemed lost ...
An ending?
No!

A Dating,
finally!