Bare with me...
' Perfumada brisa que llego del arenal
trayndo sonrisas y una boquita oriental
Lloro por tu querer
mi pobre corazon
porque to adoro
con loca pasion! ? (ringing out! ! !)
Neighbor yells: What the hell, are you on crack cocaine?
No, but I'll tell you about a night on a train.
Twas I the hitch hiker, in a country far South
I rode on trains, hitch hiked, lived hand to mouth.
One night real late
on a train going far
I heard some locals,
good and sauced,
sing out loud,
with guitar!
I thought it was so great
I listened closely
to remember it straight
like written mostly
Perfumada brisa... it still gives me RISA (laughter)
I remember it so well, so many years after!
There is my tail, it's really not too long
Just another hairy story
why my heart is
so full of song!
LUVinThe NOW
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hitch-hiker-tale-perfumada-brisa/
