For all the women waiting by the windows

For all the women waiting by the windows

Life 

Would be a desert

Without you 

I tell my mischievous fate

The sky turned the color of wine

Where are you taking me

Roars with laughter

And points to all the taverns in the world

His voice lost in the mysterious laughter of the crickets

In the last tavern

With the last glass

We set out for the galaxy

We walk around the alleyways of the universe

And sing

For all the women waiting by the windows


Source: Substack

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