Nomad Love
is a wanderer
It's only an airship
towards the horizon
Bohemian love
doesn't care at all
about the imponderable Desillusions
disappointed
of sealed pacts
that we believed broken
Of stereotypes
like the pale moon
and its reflection in the opal sea
Shines in the distance
we're good
frivolous love
isn't feeling cold
he lives in an atol
watched over by the Gods
Supreme love
is full of vanity
It's a cream pie
a double game of suckers (gullible people)
A missed opportunity
at a corner of a street
a look that we would have missed
and the moon is pale
and its reflection in the opal sea
shine in the distance.....