She’s red when the hundreds pass by,
and is blue for they’ll come around again.
Better avoid standing by her side.
Only fools keep doing so, in vain.
If a night may change lives forever,
and little is enough to turn our mood.
A whole year one lived in sheer misery
is a waste trying to be understood.
(*) JERRY MILL é membro-fundador da ARL (Academia Rondonopolitana de Letras)
