A poem to Sandrine - tribute narrative to Bela Lugosi

A Rose to Sandrine 

- A cigarette...

- Bloody internet...

- One...

- Two...

- Three...

- Join me...

- 2...

- Books...

- 2...

- Hooks...

 I was saying this to you.

 Suddenly a bat was inside a trap...

 Maybe he was taking a nap...

- Be you...

- Simply true...

- Out of the blue...

- Your brain is new...

- Your mind isn't blue...

 You were saying this to me.

 I was lost staring at a box...

 Suddenly I saw a fox...

 I've thought this then:

- Maybe it's my pen...

 You said me this:

- Be bliss...

- Be whatever...

- Be wherever...

- Be in the land of never...

 I was thinking and wondering on your words as swords...

 You were young and not an atomic bomb...

- Butterflies man...

- Let them fly with your pen...

I was staring deeply into your eyes...

 Rastrelli was staring at me while saying:

- Ring a bell inside a spell...

 I wasn't understanding her at all...

 Maybe it was The Fall...

 You told me this:

- French cuisine man...

- You know what I mean...

 I wasn't thinking at all at this time without a rhyme...

 There were mirrors and shattered faces everywhere and mirroring you was mirroring the atmosphere...