Indirect Enquiries
You gained respect as we passed
Not a wave, a gestured wink
I was forced to think
I couldn't ignore
I've seen you before
Joking aside, face to face
It's the one i cannot place
A hint might enlarge your imprint
I think i've had a taste of a savoury
Denial would be a waste
Lying prone
Hiding in a column, between sale and zdrk
Sky, sand, and moorland, shepherd's delight
But not in the sun
Which stops you from walking
I might find you
But i lack the patience
Passed a corner, you'd been stolen
Ate a meal, you'd been defaced
Consultas Indirectas
Ganaste respeto mientras pasábamos
No un saludo, un guiño gestual
Me vi obligado a pensar
No podía ignorar
Te he visto antes
Bromas aparte, cara a cara
Es la única que no puedo ubicar
Una pista podría agrandar tu huella
Creo que he probado un sabor salado
Negarlo sería un desperdicio
Tumbado
Escondido en una columna, entre venta y zdrk
Cielo, arena y páramo, deleite del pastor
Pero no en el sol
Que te impide caminar
Podría encontrarte
Pero me falta la paciencia
Pasé una esquina, te habían robado
Comí una comida, habías sido desfigurado