Which rich man is happy in his share, said our elders
And while creating the sentence into sounds, spells and
rolling melodies of an ancient Spanish guitar begin to play
in my heart
They dance from room to room... Slowly... then increases the
pace
I fell into a different time
And you are there
How surprising... you always knew how to ambush me in the
shadows
Offering me a smoky whiskey with a sly smile
With a lie that flows from you from all the crevices in a
dirty setting and mind
And orange-green eyes, bright and open like a bottomless
abyss. "I don't drink anymore," I tell you firmly
As I look down and try to get back to my time
My hands remain frozen
Time brings up a fine silver dust in us
You do not despair but I do not either

You pull out a cigarette at the speed of the Wild West and
politely offer me one - and I think to myself this is
staged
What have I done
"I quit smoking," I answer firmly
Adam
You think I'm an ordinary woman but I'm actually a dragon
You better get away now
Before something bad happens
This is the last time you raise your hand against me
This is the last time you kill my melody
My poems are wrinkled and dying in the corner of the room
At your feet without purpose
Without a chance to bloom
Which rich man is happy in his share? What kind of hero
conquers his nature?
You never knew how to listen
All you know is to trample and destroy
I am not your Eve
I am the apple of your soul
And you are the snake in charge of this paradise
You think I'm an ordinary woman
But I'm actually a dragon
You better get away now before something bad happens
I tore you from my flesh and soul
I covered up my ears and went back to my time in whole

I vow never to meet your gaze again
In keeping this promise, freedom's mine to regain
With courage restored, I've finally broken the chain
And in this newfound strength, I remain.