Elena

Just a game my sister, forget how to wrangle, those who miss ships, your search for the free, hangs like a spider, in songs of the wind, the way you kiss, make my eyes cringe, for better promises, so close to the sea, the nearer your frankness, nothing carefree, you are less spin, each line you imagine, rowing the Isthmus, you won’t write to me, or give me waffle, if it’s not to be, why do you insist, the shock of the single, is nothing to miss, for life on the shingle?