@Slavin , aquí os dejo mi poema de Lana del Rey. Se llama Blueberry Moon:
We used to drive every night
around in Sunset Boulevard,
with my red party dress
and your Lucky Strike cigarettes.
Singing Nancy Sinatra's songs
at Harvelle's Blues club,
without second chances,
We were wild and we didn't care.
You, my psycho lunatic James Dean,
You turned me into a sweet cinnamon queen.
Blueberry moon and summer night breeze,
Unfortunately , I gave you my last cherry kiss.
