Did I ever tell you this story
Of a girl whose name was Jany?
Her ears wore all kinds of equipments,
Her eyes shined with magic transe.
From her wrists I could hear the music,
From her lungs I could feel the basic
Need of understanding
Of how she got there, laying.
I had nothing to expect,
But she started, with respect
To leave in my young mind
The experience of human kind.
She had this transcendental power
Of making me rise in horrible hunger.
Her words hit the room with hope,
And the world heared only her dope.
That cold night in the dust,
When I had lost all my trust,
Her image printed my brain,
Like snow melts in the rain.
