Valentina Poem by Cristian Bendria

Oh, Valentina,
it's been a long time since I didn't see ya.
Heard it you're still stealing from your father's wine vault
just to make sure everybody feels like home.
You have the same braided hair as you wore in high school,
you didn't change your Winston's either, cause it has always been your perfume.

Oh, Valentina,
so much time has passed and yet those hazel eyes tell more than a natural satellite.
Your rust matte lipstick would always be meant for my cheeks,
but will you ever let me read into your heartbeats?
You grew up next to the ocean, so you should've paid more attention to the current.

Oh, Valentina,
they'll die just to know ya,
but you better know you always skipped classes for a reason
and because of that your friends from home accused you of treason.

Oh, Valentina,
same child's heart caught in the same dream body
still borrowing your brother's Audi.

Oh, Valentina,
don't you ever change for the world, controversial, genuine girl.

Oh, Valentina…