Mex Cow
Autor: R. Barbosa | Publicado: 2014-05-18T22:46:00-03:00


Mex Cow was a nice kind of girl

Tanned skin, sexy beach body,

Short bikinis

- That tight ones –

and a wet blouse



She came to me once

and I thought. Damn!

There’s a nice kind of gal.

Ramones T shirt,

Lollipops and cigarettes

on her mouth.



- That Dani California kind – 



That day the sun was up high,

So as I,

and Mex Cow passed through

everybody. She seemed like,

I don’t know, 

The Wind,

opening the Red Sea.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (Still
remember her laughs when

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I
told her about that)



I didn’t mentioned earlier, but

I was seated, waiting

my girl bring me over some

cold drink. You know,

to refresh.



Meanwhile I was smoking

some lost Carlton founded on my pocket.

(Best Years – Whitesnake was playing out loud)

My shirt was lost somewhere,

and maybe my crazy old passionalism too.



All that I had left was

some Pierre Cardin jeans,

and wet shoes.

A pool full of people,

Couples,

Singles,

Enthusiasts,

Sexy gals,

Unclothed bodies.



Then she appeared from the middle

of nowhere. Right

on that moment between

one music and another.

- That Interlude moment –



I’m pretty sure that the time stopped,

just like everyone,

when she had passed.

The Interlude had last a little bit,

A little bit more



Followed by seven drum notes.

Unmistakable.

TUM – TUM – TUM

TUM – PA – TUM - TUM

Day Tripper, I was sure as Hell,

but after her, I couldn’t be

a hundred per cent sure about

anything at all anymore.



She seated right next to my legs

and kept herself staring

at me. I didn’t pick up the meaning.

So I kept myself enjoying

the cigarette. Looking nowhere

like nothing had happened.



Twelve
seconds of this

charm delay
I gave to her.

And she kept
staring at me

(In Silence)



So I asked her name, and

nothing had came out

making me laugh a little bit inside.

Then I tried again offering my cigarette

and she moved slowly.

Took it.

Smoked a little

and gave me back, just before

I told her about the Red Sea.



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (So delightful and charming was her laugh)



We had a ten minutes conversation.

– Maximum –

But after two she was sitting

on the top of my legs.

While I was saying that

poets only care about

doing an enjambement with poetess



She laughed again while confessing

that likes and can’t differentiate

Pornrolls from

Rockstars.



My girl was coming back

and she could read it

on my eyes&nbsp; while
we were

taking out her blouse.

– More her
than me

in my
defense –



In the meantime,

I’ve told that I could easily

change hair with Zakk Wylde

– She smiled a little bit – 

Took her lipstick

(Don’t ask me out of where)

and wrote out on my chest.

–
Mex Cow (XXX – XXXX)



Licked my neck,

rose and turned her back,

then bend over to took

the Ramones T-shirt

that she placed right upon

my belt.



She went out telling me

that Child of
Babylon, was

a quite good song.

While walking,

she pushed my girl

over the pool.



Shake her hair and showed

The tattoo on her back




– Mex Cow –