THE PRIMITIVE, THE VAGINA AND THE WOMAN
(The perfect match for his shoe)
His policy was very simple,
he left her in the cold in search of warm,
he remember her cold, forgetting her warm.
He left her in the oblivion, he remember her in the resentment.
He is primitive,
he's the haze of the teenage libido getting closer to the old age.
He seeks emotion and fills himself with hope,
he believes in the rejuvenation of love,
that is not love but earthly paradise.
He thinks in himself and in the great thing about the other,
the other do not refuse, she's almost heavenly.
He lies to himself and lies, and thinks that this is life.Meanwhile, she cries a sea without waves,
a dead sea, and the ambivalence of not being like the other,
not be the other, of refuse one time,
one night on his arrival under the fat sheets,
after some parnt meeting: for the son, and for the parents.
Now she is demolished, he's rejuvenated,
and the other, as ring to finger... the right shoe for his mountain.
