Bare with me... <br /> <br />' Perfumada brisa que llego del arenal <br /> trayndo sonrisas y una boquita oriental <br /> <br />Lloro por tu querer <br />mi pobre corazon <br />porque to adoro <br />con loca pasion! ? (ringing out! ! !) <br /> <br />Neighbor yells: What the hell, are you on crack cocaine? <br /> <br />No, but I'll tell you about a night on a train. <br /> <br />Twas I the hitch hiker, in a country far South <br />I rode on trains, hitch hiked, lived hand to mouth. <br /> <br />One night real late <br />on a train going far <br />I heard some locals, <br /> good and sauced, <br /> sing out loud, <br /> with guitar! <br /> <br />I thought it was so great <br /> I listened closely <br />to remember it straight <br />like written mostly <br /> <br />Perfumada brisa... it still gives me RISA (laughter) <br />I remember it so well, so many years after! <br /> <br />There is my tail, it's really not too long <br />Just another hairy story <br /> why my heart is <br />so full of song!<br /><br />LUVinThe NOW<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hitch-hiker-tale-perfumada-brisa/
