Tonight I start wondering about the quest of these days
if you wished you had a life in order, forget it
do not rush. As I began to walk
I fell hypnotized inside this bell
A man who was not me entered into my romm
and I recalled he asked
who could retrive this arrow,
that I was following
The arrow is not any name or somebody
do not worry, he said:
kid, be brave
I follow the lift, since then I
watch all what happens as I no enter any of my houses
so to say
If you wanted to hang around, forget it
I drive
and the just try to relax, be clever,
.- try to take it all one step at a time
Such is the task for all the months that are coming
do not fear, sweet love
you cannot hold the diary every day, and
nobody is always up to date:
things like writnig happen sometimes
perhaps only in your mind
I say, take us on board, give us a break
and figure out about that drive in the coast
stand a day or two in the nighthingale,
have with me only this
fresh glass of lemonade
have it along this mascarade
do not swallow the waves
do not swalow the tears
If you wanted solid food for today, forget it
now that we are true
do not run, my fierce, please keep up and inspire me
-,
I got myself a mirror and try to lift it in silence
untill it speaks, and reads on my presents
untill it sparks letters
sent for one of those many independence days
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
What a fancy freedom!!
Breezed the air with names and faces: all those
whose eyes are looking up on the ceiling, far
and say-. i will not recall what's
the direction of your wishing star or swinging bee.
See, we are all growing old, looking for jobs
and planning to see yet another country or place
to learn perhaps what's possible more to enjoy
about life, kisses and this planet.
whose eyes are looking up on the ceiling, far
and say-. i will not recall what's
the direction of your wishing star or swinging bee.
See, we are all growing old, looking for jobs
and planning to see yet another country or place
to learn perhaps what's possible more to enjoy
about life, kisses and this planet.
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