The woman with a thousand faces

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The woman with a thousand faces

 

 

She has a thousand names
she has a thousand faces
she is blonde
brunette
red head

long hair
short hair
she is she is a spy
a spy

A dove among the foxes
innocent and trusting
a shadow that moves the silence
sweet breeze from her trail
in a hallway

She escapes from danger
by clinging to it
doors and windows
let her go out as if she were a witch

She leaves words here and there
and then she picks them up
wrapped in a thousand words
from other mouths and alien minds

Plans maps and formulas
live in her pupils
painting her gaze
in the shine of patent leather

She can kiss with desire
the lips of mighty
while rummaging through their pockets

Everything in her are secrets
hidden between her temples
that later she can sale

She is she is a spy

long hair
short hair
she is she is a spy
a spy

Plans maps and formulas
live in her pupils
painting her gaze
in the shine of patent leather