Ray J Sings To Cocktail

So I guess, and I remember.
watching a boxing match the night

not I took a meticulous care of the silence surrounding
because I could focus on
automatic gestures, elegant:
smoke, listen to the den den
that punctuates each shot,
move the ashtray, put the body slowly
to your place,
left on the couch.
all?
The Simple Life. The Simple Life

I repeat myself when I turn around
half asleep, looking nervous


sleep or a few meetings to fight,

or a cigarette in my place.
I think back to when he came home to her grandmother,
at dusk.
The stove crackled.

The soldiers stopped and turned.
Grandma even if it gave him to see,
was more quiet. And happy.
abruptly
calm returned.
Everything in its place.
Yes, life is simple
everything. Copyright © 2010 Gianmarco

Galuppo