How can you mix “Oguro” and “burukutu”
Without calling Jesus a devil?,
For they’ve supposed me mad
Seeing me Dance around your shadows.
Too dumb they’re to see,
I’ve been intoxicated with the
Taste of your love.
Tell me I’m a blind man
Trying to kill your bird
So I can easily opt for alms begging
‘Fore it’s too late.
What would be of me
After many years of leaving
Many libraries of beauty unread?
For in their eyes
I see a gathering of mockery
With their words
“He’ll come back to read us after he’s failed”.
You’ve been the wave that lovingly controls the storm in my head,
And my emotion cannot swim
Please dont capsize the bachelored canoe in my heart…