Franz Nicolay
Felix & Adelita
She called him FelixWhich meant 'lucky' to herHe was a middle-distance runnerShe didn't take him seriouslyBut shifted in her seat when he walked byHe thought her plainBut sensual in some wayShe licked the corner of her mouth thoughtfullyWore her skirts above the kneeHe told her a story about a pair of green and gold yarn glovesThat he'd been givenIt was a sting of recognitionShe realized he'd given those gloves to herWhen he left it had the feel of a little traditionLatch solitude to the windBut when you leave againLeave something of you with themTie your fishing lines to the fence postsAnd do your best to reel them inThe candle flickersWe measure mortals by unsturdy thingsTear leaves off of the sycamoreLetras de cancionesPin down the butterfly's wingsI never knew it got this cold in AugustHere in TusconLonely in the eveningThere's nothing here to hold the heatThe sun goes downIt floats off and is lostAnyway you got a jacketTell me where you got that necklaceHe looked across the parking lotAt the path under the highwayAt the mouth of it a man slung bags of cans across his backHe coughed, and he turned back to the tableShe told him a story of a hand embroidered pillowShe'd been givenIt was with a sting of recognitionHe realized she'd given him that pillowWhen she left it had the feel of a little traditionSo latch solitude to the windBut when you leave againLeave something of you with theTie your fishing lines to fence postsAnd do your best to reel them inThe candle flickersWe measure mortals by unsturdy thingsTear leaves off of the sycamoreAnd pin down the butterfly's wings
From Letras Mania