The Fortuneteller


The night that you’ll return to me

I’ll tame the lights and dress in mystic veils

The sandalwood incense will fill the room

And I will start to murmur sacred tales.


I’ll touch your forehead with my hands

Perfume your skin with darken violet dreams

My tarot cards on my rose wooden desk

Will make you fall in deep, phantasmal streams.


The Queen of Battles will recoil

The Knight of Spades will charge ahead

And you will find yourself entrapped

Into the Wheel of Life’s thin thread.


You’ll feel the pain evaporating from your heart

You’ll see the joy into my eyes amassed

And you will understand that you can fight

Because the future is just past.




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