Mex Cow was a nice kind of girlTanned skin, sexy beach body,Short bikinis- That tight ones and a wet blouseShe came to me onceand I thought. Damn!Theres a nice kind of gal.Ramones T shirt,Lollipops and cigaretteson her mouth.- That Dani California kind That day the sun was up high,So as I,and Mex Cow passed througheverybody. She seemed like,I dont know, The Wind,opening the Red Sea. (Stillremember her laughs when Itold her about that)I didnt mentioned earlier, butI was seated, waitingmy girl bring me over somecold drink. You know,to refresh.Meanwhile I was smokingsome 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 wassome Pierre Cardin jeans,and wet shoes.A pool full of people,Couples,Singles,Enthusiasts,Sexy gals,Unclothed bodies.Then she appeared from the middleof nowhere. Righton that moment betweenone music and another.- That Interlude moment Im pretty sure that the time stopped,just like everyone,when she had passed.The Interlude had last a little bit,A little bit moreFollowed by seven drum notes.Unmistakable.TUM TUM TUMTUM PA TUM - TUMDay Tripper, I was sure as Hell,but after her, I couldnt bea hundred per cent sure aboutanything at all anymore.She seated right next to my legsand kept herself staringat me. I didnt pick up the meaning.So I kept myself enjoyingthe cigarette. Looking nowherelike nothing had happened.Twelveseconds of thischarm delayI gave to her.And she keptstaring at me(In Silence)So I asked her name, andnothing had came outmaking me laugh a little bit inside.Then I tried again offering my cigaretteand she moved slowly.Took it.Smoked a littleand gave me back, just beforeI told her about the Red Sea. (So delightful and charming was her laugh)We had a ten minutes conversation. Maximum But after two she was sittingon the top of my legs.While I was saying thatpoets only care aboutdoing an enjambement with poetessShe laughed again while confessingthat likes and cant differentiatePornrolls fromRockstars.My girl was coming backand she could read iton my eyes whilewe weretaking out her blouse. More herthan mein mydefense In the meantime,Ive told that I could easilychange hair with Zakk Wylde She smiled a little bit Took her lipstick(Dont 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 tookthe Ramones T-shirtthat she placed right uponmy belt.She went out telling methat Child ofBabylon, wasa quite good song.While walking,she pushed my girlover the pool.Shake her hair and showedThe tattoo on her back Mex Cow No fim ela sempre eo alvo de nossas tristezas.Helena sempre sofreucom nossas desilusoesQuanto ela choroupor nossas incertezas?Quantos autores amataram para por fima dor em seuscoracoes?Verdade seja ditaNemtoda dor e vivida,e o papel parece taoimuneque personagem algumseria vitima. Da dorDo desesperoDo ciumeDa obsessaoEssa geracao tristee estagnadaanda por ai impune.Me consumindoPronta para despejar,em absolutamente nada,suas pseudofrustracoescheias de ritos funebresTe consumindoVivendo sem razoespara viverDesperdicando umtempo que nao vao ter.Helena continua seguindo em frentebuscando alguem para acompanha-laA cidade vazia.Ainda sem sentir ador de ninguemporque todos estao parados,em frente as janelas,enquanto Helena estala foraem busca de um ritomenos lugubre.Mas a dor do dia que segue os prega ao