Arjona Ricardo
If the North were the South
my bow, my helm, my helmsman, my boat and everything
my sea, my anchor, my sand and my fishing rod
my compass and my north, my port and my support
my sails and my nets, my fishing and my dock
my dramamine for seasickness
my captain and my crew
that but the heart can ask.
my piano, my paper, my Chinese ink, verse and everything
my best muse, my guitar and my attempts at song
my Spanish alphabet, my best inspiration
my quartets , my pegs
my ideas without suitcases, my letters without mail
and this story lurking around the reason
what more can the heart ask for.
CHORUS:
the teflon where my problems slide
you, my peace and my battle, my truth and my novel
my vice, my addiction, my philosophy
my coherence and my madness
my disorder, my harmony
my remedy and my evil
the kryptonite of this Superman.
my seed, my garden, my gardener, flower and everything
my best fertilizer, my leaf and stem
my branch and my ramz, my sun my watering can
my water and strainer , my fertilization
my litmus stamen, my pslen, my pistil in heat
my rain, my pitalo and bud
what more can the heart ask for.
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